Laura Stevenson The Wheel Lyrics

Starts of dreams, I'm able to breathe underwater
Someone's daughter's sugar, southern-weather voice
With Lucky Strikes, she tries to cover the smell
Cover the noises of his mouth
Blur out the planes of his face
Cover the noises he makes

There's a man and I hate him plainly
Nothing fancy in how glad I watched them bury him
But ever since then, I can feel him all around me
Clawing like a crowd
Like the weather sucks me in and spits me out

Understand I am only as he made me
A faithful servant to all of the noise
All of the lights
All the flashing in my head
The sound of his mouth, loud as a crowd
And you're lucky that you're dead
Because clemency is tugging me
But I'm sorry that she's weak

Because I won't be merciful
Like what got you first in your throat
I will be real, real slow
Just like a wheel, turn over
I'm like a wheel
I'm like a wheel

I'll be real, I'll be real
I'll turn over like a wheel