Laura Stevenson
State
[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus 1]
It keeps me alive
It keeps me alive
It’s easier, right?

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 2]
My memory fades
My memory fades
And every day it gets so hot
So hot
So hot

[Verse 3]
What a sterling way to come
I become rage
A shining example of pure anger
Pure and real and sticky and moving and sweet