David Bazan - In Stitches lyrics

My body bangs and twitches, this brown liquor wets my tounge. My fingers find the stitches, firmly back and forth they run. I need no other memory of the bits of me I left When all this lethal drinking is to hopefully forget about you. I might as well admit it, like I even have a choice. The crew have k**ed the captain, but they still can hear his voice. A shadow on the water, a whisper in the wind. On long walks with my daughter, who is lately full of questions about you. About you. When Job asked you the question, you responded "Who are you To challenge your creator?" Well if that one part is true It makes you sound defensive, like you had not thought it through enough to have an answer, or you might have bit off more than you could chew.