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lyrics
Abel lies awake by night and counts all of his crooked teeth, fingers each misplaced slight with which he can't compete.
His mother sighs “oh abel child, 25 been running since 19, bottles and dimes piled high, is that why you struggle to breathe?”
Oh Abel. Abel! Oh Abel. Abel! Go driving late every night up and down these same streets.
Oh Abel. Abel! Oh Abel. Fucking Abel! Claim you see an end in sight but when will you learn stop?
As I lie in bed, there's always movement behind these eyelids, something akin to panic.
As I I try to sleep, I find no comfort in these dead sheep, in these dead sheep.
Oh father, If only there'd been something more than grains of sand to build some honest callouses.
Oh mother, I guess I just miss, I just miss...
Those stories, the ones we used to tell by night.
I guess I miss those stories, the ones where happiness wasn't found, but hard fought and earned.
Abel's aboard a freighter ship, a place to call his own. He claims he's found brothers and purpose clear and strong.
Late at night as he walks the deck, he writes Dear Mom and Dad, you'll be so proud of your wayward son, the promises lying ahead.
Oh Abel. Abel! Oh Abel. Abel! Tells them of the pretty girl he meets when he pulls into port
Oh Abel. Abel! Oh Abel. Fucking Abel! Soon enough he'll learn that the sea ain't the only thing starting to swell.
As I lie in bed, there's always movement behind these eyelids, something akin to panic.
As I I try to sleep, I find no comfort in these dead sheep, in these dead sheep.
Oh father, If only there'd been something more than grains of sand to build some honest callouses.
Oh mother, I guess I just miss, I just miss...
Those stories, the ones we used to tell by night.
I guess I miss those stories, the ones where happiness wasn't found, but hard fought and earned.
Abel you're a God, Abel you're a bastard, Abel you're my motherfucking son.
Abel you're a punk, Abel you're a waste of space, Abel you'll always be the one.
Abel you're Saint, Abel you're in disarray, Abel you're my motherfucking son.
Abel you're drunk, walking these tired avenues, Abel you'll always be the one!
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