Runts
Tim Kasher Lyrics

I get so restless I feel trapped inside my body
Wont someone reach in and rescue me?
I can't settle down, settle down, settle down

It's not the meds, it's not the dread of decomposing
I can't help this feeling I'm floating
But anchored down to the ground,
To my bones, to my own mortal address

I watch the kids walk home from school I wonder, have I ever been that small?
Been the last one picked for kickball
Against a chainlink fence,
Waiting on a world that won't make amends.

There's so much family staking claims upon the future
Son, become a father, a professor
Time to settle down, settle down, settle down

My brains on fire, every branch of though is burning
Every loose leaf memory has turned on me
Crackling and signed, floating on the wind,
Grey plumes of debris

If you would only cut the cord
I wonder what my grandfather would think?
Fifty years, sweating for his family
He knew how to settle down

Three worried weeks, and no, a positive pink plus sign
Aw, fuck my life, she said,
Poppin' half a Xanax with a little wine
She can't settle down, settle down,
And if he can't she can't think about that now

She lights the long stemmed candles,
She sets out the nice linen
He hums some old Christmas tune, chopping an onion
She runs it through her head, yet again,
What she'll say and how he'll take it all in

Fishing a cigarette butt from the front porch ashtray
Bracing his right hand so it won't shake
He can't settle down, settle down,
Cause he knows he never really will anyway

But they're all right, all the same
I mean, more or less, we all turn out just fine
Even the weakest of us runts will survive
And even settle down, settle down
With little runts of our own

If we could settle down,
Settle down with little runts of our own