Thank Plath Songtext
von Ceschi

Spending a life trying to run from nothing
Doesn′t amount to anything worthy
I realize that I've run from nothing
For so long
I can′t feel my feet

The show is done
Poets die young
That's just a fact
Thank Plath I'm a bad one

Tough to fight your way
Out the muck
When both legs are stuck
They′ll say
Best of luck


Remembering times when it all felt so simple
As I′m talking
To another young widow
Friends lived life fast
Left them single
You don't got a lot left here Francisco

Born into violence
Strange how we hardly realized it
Those ways that abuse kept us silent
Wings clipped as kids
Still tried to fly from it
Couldn′t even flap our way out of the pits

Wonder how pops is still living
Remember his body was bone skinny
Shivering from crack rock
And handcuffs cops put him in
Black eyes
Infinitely reflecting off of the abyss


Back then
He too broke the law
Fucked raw
Gambled and lost
Swam through oceans of vodka
Shot up in Vietnam
Hidden in camouflage
Somehow even he survived it all

Why am I sitting your bedroom
Shaking on his rough paw
Staring at the wrinkles round the jaw
Of that old dog
Watching as he fights an unbearable urge to bawl
Because he's still here and you′re gone

Spending a life trying to run from nothing
Doesn't amount to anything worthy
Growing so tired of all this running
Wondering when I′ll feel some relief

There is no way for us to hide from this
Facing the fact that we still exist
When friends are dead or in prison
At times we feel guilt for living

Basking in grief
Barely noticed it was blanketing me
Been a solid seven years of navigating these seas
Heavy waves shaking us from mania into depression
Reached a point where I don't recognize what normalcy means

Numb when I see more body bags adding up
One by one
Dominoes tumbling in a rush

While I'm
Succumbing to patterns
That only add to my madness
Trying to flee from a
Labyrinth
Of anxiety and sadness

Never had a good excuse
I′ve been crippled by the system and trauma like you

Don′t got a lot of good advice
Truth is I don't even have a clue how I survived

It has been a foggy road
Call it privilege or sad fat luck
I don′t know

Feel grateful for so much though

Grateful for the highs and the lows
Any time that we shared
And the pain of this growth

Hurt so much
To watch you go

Hurt so much
To watch you go

It has taken its toll
But it's made me whole
Hurt so much
To watch you go
It has taken its toll
But it′s made me whole
And built me up into this individual
There would be no Francisco
Without the broken bones