the dreamer's disease ep

Dreamers Disease
Mason Jar

Music & Lyrics by: J. Ketchmark

Baby’s on the front porch
Bible in her hand
She got close to something
She don't understand
Tryin to fit the pieces
Back together again
And figure out where it went wrong
So she can make amends


She's like a wild horse
Flower in her hair
She gives me something to live for
I feel it in the air
She calls it as she sees it
Please answer my prayers
Leaves nothing to imagination
But all I can do is stare


I believe that she'll make a slave of me


I wanna be what she sees, when she closes her eyes
I wanna be what she needs, that keeps her alive
I wanna be the cure, that lets her survive
I want to keep her next to me in this mason jar of mine


Baby's like a fresh whore
After her first time
Nothing left to ask for
But a piece of mind
Doesn’t talk of reasons
Doesn’t even pretend
Sittin close to her salvation
Baby take my hand


I foresee she'll be the death of me


I wanna be what she sees, when she closes her eyes
I wanna be what she needs, that keeps her alive
I wanna be the cure, that lets her survive
I want to keep her next to me in this mason jar of mine


2012                        110bpm