Next of Kin

Next of Kin - Lucy Dacus

Written by：Lucy Dacus

Reading in the phone booth

Sucking on a ginger root

I never got to talk to you

Why is this the image I come back to

Pick my jewelry from the ash

Find the box with the cold hard cash in it

Give it to the next of kin

I used to be too deep inside my head

Now I'm too far out of my skin

Too far out of my skin

I am at peace with my death

I can go back to bed

I am at peace with my death

I can go back to bed

I make a desert of my mind

Unfold myself so flat and wide

Have nothing in mind in sight

No cover for my thoughts to hide

Never went to my coat

But I held you hand in the pocket of my coat

I learned to be loving and then to be alone

Satisfied body and a hungry soul

I used to be too deep inside my head

Now I'm too far out of my skin

Too far out of my skin

I am at peace with my death

I can go back to bed

I am at peace with my death

I can go back to bed

I don't wanna be that man on the train

On a grey commute imagining fame

Sweet relief I will never be complete

I will never be complete

I'll never know everything

I will never be complete

I will never be complete

I will never be complete

I'll never know everything

I used to be too deep inside my head

Now I'm too far out of my skin

Too far out of my skin