Ryley Walker - So Certain Tall Tales Lyrics

I'm repurposed in the old sense of the word
Saccharine to the salvage
Struck witness clear palette and then we're told
Mezzanine holds the top shelf

Low common in past tense of absurd
Long moments to age nightly
Twice softened held in place by crackpots
Strung out like a postcard

So certain tall tales are never offered
Thumbing through lungs appendices
Snapped breath of attraction
Each coma has an asterisk

Fangs tarnished in bold but never curved
Fumes held for a daydream
Where I'm limbless wigged out and clear blue
Touch has memory and redness

Front lobe bashed in with friendly jokes
Adult gummy chewed lightly
Been weeks since the town paved over gold
Dig my teeth in quicksand