Slaughter Beach, Dog - Politics of Grooming lyrics

[Verse 1: Jake Ewald] I know the you when you are getting dressed Is not the you I've really come to know She speaks in shorter phrases And she often can't remember Which impulsive words were emitted as response [Verse 2: Jake Ewald] But it's not as selfish or as spanned attention Rather preference for the politics of grooming Hell I'd paint my face and fingers And my toes and lips and eyelids If it meant tonight I didn't have to think about the future Just to fixate my attention on a wooden powder pencil Not a single thought devoted To whatever's on outside the house Or even past the door your mother's bathroom Where we're sitting And surviving on the steadiness of time [Chorus: Jake Ewald] So when the lines are drawn and all the powders matted You'll be standing there blinking at your image And you wished that it would turn around And do what it's supposed to But reflections do not turn themselves away [Verse 3: Jake Ewald] When you were younger and your mother started drinking She would tuck you in and close your bedroom door Then one day you sprung awake Inside a turning twisted dream And you ran downstairs to find her laying out across the floor She did not hear you softly crying near Or feel your mouth all hot against her ear So you kissed her like she taught you And for the first time on a [?] you got up and tucked your own self in the bed [Chorus: Jake Ewald] So when the lines are drawn and all the powders matted You'll be standing there blinking at your image And you wished that it would turn around And do what it's supposed to But reflections do not turn themselves away Yeah you wished that you would turn around And do what you're supposed to But it's easier to blink and stare and stay