Laura Stevenson – State Lyrics
How we all spill out of the earth, naked like sick birds,
uncomfortable with words, visceral and unfurled like blood feathers under the skin.
I’m in a state again, but I stay polite, I stay polite.
It keeps me alive, it keeps me alive.
It’s easier, right?
And the state washes over me,
and the dust from the cars, and the cussing in halls,
and the trucks and the shards and the spoiling stars.
My memory fades, my memory fades,
and every day it gets so hot, so hot, so hot.
What a sterling way to come,
I become rage, a shining example of pure anger,
pure and real and sticky and moving and sweet.