“For Real” (Okkervil River)

Lyrics of the moment:

Some nights I thirst for real blood
For real knives
For real cries

[…]

Sometimes the blood from real cuts
Feels real nice
When it’s really mine

[…]

It’s just a drive into the dark stretch
Long stretch of night
Will really stretch this shaking mind
And this room, unlit, unheated
And the ceiling striped
And the dark black blinds

[…]

Cause there’s nothing quite like the blinding light
That curtains cast aside
And no attempt is made to explain away
The things that really, really, really, really, really are behind

You can’t hide

—from “For Real” by Okkervil River

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