Vessels Songtext
von Bad Moves

Blood or election
Am I the choice you′d have made if you had known
The daughter I'd make and the dreams that you′d let go?
Sick of could-have-beens
I'll settle for distance and matters we ignore
Freeing myself from the heaviness of hope
Vessels and lore
Wilt and wither within me
Bled to the core
You live on without me


Your quiet rejection
The brick in my stomach as I reach for the phone
That tethers me still to a long-forgotten home
A severed connection
Cut for my own protection
The will that it takes to be seen as my own
Blood or election
Would you have chose if you had known
A single direction
For the one you call your own

Live on without me
Within these vessels
It's all coulda been, coulda been
For the one you call your own
Vessels and lore
Live on without me
It′s all coulda been, coulda been
For the one you call your own