Uploaded December 2014 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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Performed at Opening Bell Coffee in Dallas, Texas.
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Lyrics:

there should be an ode to the blacked-out names
our pretty kids and lasting pains
‘cause suicides, like scars
are running up and down my city’s arms

don’t look for me, i walked away
‘cause i have nothing i can say
just seeking out the light of day
‘cause until then i’m drowning

and there must be something wrong
to carefully spawn
the salted taste of regrets

and there
must be a way
to make this world stay
if you find it would you say?
‘cause it’s slipping through my fingers

and i’d write an ode to our blacked-out names
those little kids with schoolgirls’ pains
but i still can’t keep this mind
from finding all the ways to run and hide (die)

if you need me, i will stay
even when there’s nothing to say
just holding out ‘til light of day
'cause not every midnight's drowning

and there
must be a way
to make this world stay
if i find it, god, i’ll say
lest you slip right through my fingers

cc Helena Ruth 2014