Lyrics Blanchard - Hope Sandoval, The Warm Inventions

Blanchard

I’m merely standing on the holes in the ground
If I follow, they’ll never know I’m found
I may leave, but I’ll never go back there
I’m only stumbling on the things that I air
Like those days on the porch of your house
Tear your rag from the clothes of her hands
All those times you sent my brother down your road
Holding on to the dope that you sold
I knew then that we could never be blessed
I know it this way and I know what I confess
And I’m not
Gonna say
I forget
Cause I remember every day
I play death in the space of my life
That’s how I feel, and I’ll never think it twice
All these things that I held against you
Who should we blame for the things that we do Who blames who for the ways we turned
This old girl (?) and will never see you burn
Inside I feel like a child that’s gone
I’m only saying the things that I’ve been told (taught?)
And I’m not
Gonna say
I forget
'Cause I remember every day
Every day