Dust My Broom
Wandering Through Sad Songs: Dust Raps the Blues Tale
Lyrics
I've got to get going get gone
I need to leave, move on.
Because I only know the words to the sad songs
I am familiar only with the lyrics of melancholic songs.
I've get going get gone
Reiteration of the need to depart.
Because I only know the sad songs
Reiteration of the familiarity with sad songs.
I build all my bridges out of kerosene and matchsticks
I construct my connections with others using flammable materials.
Talking with a cigarette hanging out my lips
I engage in conversation with a cigarette hanging from my lips.
Pistons in my heart fire through the cold
My emotions are powerful, cutting through the cold.
I feel more like a stranger every time I come home
I feel like a stranger each time I return home.
Criss cross country roads in the same boots
I travel extensively in the same worn-out boots.
X's on the map for every night you ain't stay true
Marking locations on the map for each night of unfaithfulness.
Exes never change exes only change you
Former lovers don’t change; they only change you.
I'm 30,000 feet just to see you ain't an angel
I go to great heights just to confirm you are not perfect.
Dust my broom in the K10
I symbolically clean my past in the K10.
Always tripping off of the mistakes I ain't make yet
Constantly bothered by mistakes I haven’t made yet.
Boundaries that I can't ever maintain
I struggle with maintaining personal boundaries.
Like lines in the road waiting until they break
Similar to road lines, my boundaries are fragile and break easily.
I was burning down Chicago every time we broke up
I metaphorically set Chicago on fire during breakups.
Asked her to marry me and left before she woke up
I proposed but left before she woke up.
Maybe that was my only chance at happiness
Reflecting on a missed chance for happiness.
Didn't take the shot
I didn't take the opportunity, fearing failure.
If I did I would probably miss
If I tried, I might have failed.
Wake up handcuffed to the second best version of myself
Waking up tied to a lesser version of myself.
In a box car headed off a cliff
Heading towards destruction in a boxcar.
Shoveling regrets in the engine tenderness
Feeling remorse, regret in the engine of tenderness.
Wonder if I ruin twice as much every time the tracks split
Speculating if I cause more damage each time I diverge.
Just a ghost telling stories that I never lived
I tell stories of a life I never lived.
Still running from every inch of my skin you ever kissed
Continuing to avoid the memories of your touch.
Mariesa still got me vexed
A person named Mariesa still troubles me.
Reading old texts like I'll crack the code to happiness
Reviewing old messages, hoping to find the key to happiness.
I've got to get going get gone
Reiteration of the need to leave.
Because I only know the words to the sad songs
I only understand and relate to the lyrics of sad songs.
I've got to get going get gone
Reiteration of the imperative to depart.
Because I only know the sad songs
Expressing the limited understanding through sad songs.
I've got to get going get gone
Emphasizing the necessity to leave.
Because I only know the words to the sad songs
Stating the exclusive connection to sad song lyrics.
I've got to get going get gone
Affirming the urgency to depart.
But no matter where you go there you are
Reflecting on the inability to escape oneself.
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