I've got the Mark, the Mark Kozelek Blues.
And I lay her thinking of all of you and what you put me through,
and I'm taking that ache in my chest and puttin' it to rest.
Spreading thin, fallin' all over my body like blood and milk, the stuff we're born in.
I'll let it lay, so I won't cry, to my, to my
Mark Kozelk Blues
He said we didn't clap enough to the songs on his set.
But he should just trust in the hurt and the pain that his songs bring up,
Oh, Mark that night you really sucked.
'Cause when you're feeling something like that you simply just can't clap.
It would break the feeling.
So i just sit her trusting.
What else can I do but react when thinking of
you.
I just lay her becoming undone to this pain of ex lovers I'll succumb.
I lay here with my headphones on, on my friend's futon.
And my dear friend he said to me.
He's not surprised that I'm the kind of woman who likes to sleep on any couch but mine.
It's where I go to find where I stand.
You wouldn't understand.
It's where I go,
to find my lows.
These are my, my Mark Kozelek Blues.
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