We could use the wood

Come on up to the house

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"Come Off the Cross" (2012)

Kiss my wounds
Lift me from the wreckage
Lolling your head backward
Like a dying son
In need of a weeping Mary

I see your bleeding palms
Like Thomas I can press my fingers through
But I want you off the cross
And at my side
Trust fall, baby
Be my trampoline

You are your mother's only son

Oh, but I don't want a lover
I just want to be tied
To the back of your car

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"Sweet Nothings" (2012)

Drunk and useless
I wish I had someone to crawl back to
That phantom smile
That airy laugh
You disappear like a weak high
No climax, no satisfaction
I wallow in the shadow
I thought was you