Jenelle Aubade

I'll come and I'll go

down to your water

I see truth and it trips
you beg me to confess
but words don't make better blues
words don't make blues better

We are all falling together
soot over ashes I thought 
that the vine was your hand
don't leave me here
falling
please under dusted stand
I need a club or a religion man

and I'll come and I'll go
down to your water
I see truth and it trips
I beg you to confess
but words don't make better blues
words don't make blues better

I've been leaking salt water tears
boiling ashamed
I look in your eyes
it eats me inside
don't you know this is a cameo

I'll come and I'll go
down to your water
I see truth and it trips
I beg you to confess
but words don't make better blues
words don't make blues better