Dan Mangan Lyrics
Tragic Turn of Events / Move Pen Move Lyrics
used to anticipate the sign of the coming day. and all through winter's decay, you just mark the way. we worry what people'd say if we up and walked away. i swore we had a place to stay.
stay.. that's what mothers say when their sons and daughters go away. they say "stay." my mother said "go." so i wasn't there the night she fell out of her chair so frustrated that she amputated her own legs, or rather tried to, with a steak knife. her life leaking out on the white floor blossoming like roses in the snow. her relationship was an anthem composed of words like "gotta go." so we went. and sent our regards on postcards from all the places that we'd been, with stories about all the things we'd seen.
that's how it was with you and i. why say goodbye when we could still write? and then we took your hands. but we should've practiced our goodbyes because then i took your eyes and i was somewhere in the middle of nowhere watching the sun rise over a stop sign faced down the center line of a highway filled with sudden turns for the worse.
coming back home cause i gotta play nurse. gotta figure out with pill alleviates which pain, which part of your brain is being used for a boxing bag as your body became a never-ending game of freeze tag taking place in an empty playground. i was left looking for your limbs at a lost and found and i couldn't set you free.
so we just sat there, our heads bent towards each other like flowers in the small hours of the morning while light wandered in like a warning that time is passing and you ride a little home with it bit by bit every day. and all i could say is "if i could, i would write you some way out of this but my gift is useless." and you said, "no. write me a poem to make me happy."
over the hill and gone. and i'd never been that far. some boy along the way taught me to play guitar. and you said that you'd read to me if i fell asleep. rock me awake again, promise me. but you make such beautiful words.
i wrote "move, pen, move. write me a bedroom where cures make love to our cancers." but my mother just motions to a bottle full of answers and says, "help me go."
now i know something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for kindling. smoke signaling the end of some song that i thought it would take too long to learn. so i just sit here watching you burn away.. all those notes that never had a chance to play, to hear the music of what you had to say.
but i count out the pills, just to see if i can do it. and i can't even get halfway through it before i turn back into your son and say "stay."
i need something to lean against. i think that's okay. 'butterflies,' you read to me. they all flew away. and i'm saddened by the thought and sometimes i think too much and though i'm happy right here, you know that i'm really not.. it's distracting.
i could hook up to my heart to your ears and let my tears be your morphine drip. and maybe it's easier to let you slip away than it is to say goodbye, so i hold my breath. because in the countdown to death, the question of "why?" melts into "when? how much time do we have left?" because if i knew what i know now then move pen move. write me a mountain because headstones are not big enough. none of this is. stop it. "write me a poem to make me happy." i swear write this, "stay." she smiles and says "gotta go." i know, goodbye.
over the years it seems that aging's just not for me. though i ache just below the knees and it flows to my heart and all through the hearts i need. it's not how it ought to be. you're falling away from me. and it's just not right. falling away from me. it's not right. but you make such beautiful words.
now it's trying. oh, how it's tragic.
but you make such beautiful words.
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