Blue Dress from Everything Else by Jeremy Bursich

You're meant to kill a man with the savvy of a savior
Your pretty blue dress made the headlines in all the papers
And they die in your company and they die when you've left
They crawl through the hospital past the doctors new desk
And we dreamt of a full nights sleep
We were unsure that the floor was still wielded to our feet
And we dreamt, we dreamt, of a full nights sleep
You're meant to kill a man through the hands of our neighbors
Your pretty blue dress is getting tattered from the razors
As they scrape, scrape, scrape; scrape on by
I seem to have a penchant for peculiar behavior
Like a new expectant mother with a phobia of labor
But no ones scared of needles anymore or the empty corridor
And we dreamt of a full nights sleep
We were unsure that the floor was still wielded to our feet
And we dreamt, we dreamt, of a full nights sleep

• Arcata
• California
• Folk
• dark
• dreamy
• folk
• indie folk
• recovery
• singer-songwriter
• Arcata