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Yellow Belly

from Cellar Doors by The Dead Ends

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lyrics

In the waiting room, I see a woman.
My desire for her is startling.
I try to crack a smile for her stare,
but the openness is not something I can bare.

I’d love to ask her her name—
play the part, lead a silly game.
The cost is too high: I fold again,
scared of the possibility of pain.

’Cause I’m so scared to talk to you,
afraid of what you might say or do.
The scab, it flakes and scabs again
like nothing I say will ever begin
to fix the problem I’m not willing to face.
Let’s deny the fact that lead to replace…

I built myself a strong fence.
I sat long and hard in silence.
The gravity of loneliness pulls me in
to never know where to begin.

I felt the rhetoric building slowly:
sight of the sound brings me to my knees.
Over time, it takes strong forms
into night sweats and poems.

’Cause I’m so scared to talk to you,
afraid of what you might say or do.
The scab, it flakes and scabs again
like nothing I say will ever begin
to fix the problem I’m not willing to face.
Let’s deny the fact that lead to replace…

I haven’t spoken to you in a while;
the truth leads me to denial.
Except when I fear for my life,
Jesus Christ, I need to sacrifice.

’Cause God, I know of Your plan,
it led me to where I can’t begin.
I haven’t seen your face in the clouds:
a reflection in my eyes full of doubt.

’Cause I’m so scared to talk to you,
afraid of what you might say or do.
The scab, it flakes and scabs again
like nothing I say will ever begin
to fix the problem I’m not willing to face.
Let’s deny the fact that led to replace…

’Cause I’m so scared to talk to you,
but I don’t know what to do
to patch the scab as it flakes again
and God knows I don’t know where to begin.
I’ll never fix the problems I’m not willing to face.
Here’s a song fit to replace…

I’m fine being benign.
I’m fine falling behind.
I’m fine facing time.
Just don’t make me rewind.

credits

from Cellar Doors, released December 3, 2010
All songs © 2010 Loud Poetry music, ASCAP.
All songs written and performed by The Dead Ends.
All rights reserved.

Recorded, Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Nick Williams at Inner Peace Security Studios in West Point, Georgia.

All lyrics by Will Fargason
Cover photo by Kayla Miller
Layout and Design by John David Wright
All drums written and performed by Matt Pike.
Additional guitars by Matt Pike.

The Dead Ends are:
Will Fargason (vocals, guitar)
Cody Boss (bass, vocals)
Jordan Haden (drums)

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