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Graveyard shift Stale coffee Blood on my boots Sirens in my ears Seen cars folded like paper Held lungs that rattled like old gears I’ve done chest compressions in the rain Watched fathers shake Kids turn blue Called the time on strangers’ lives Zipped up bags Then drove on through But I still say couple bumps As I pull you out the back Rollin’ that stretcher over every crack You’re scared, you smile And I laugh it off like a joke I’ve practiced up All this weight on my shoulders And my favorite part somehow Is sayin’ “couple bumps” on the way out I’ve cut shirts off with shaking hands Heard last words said through broken teeth Prayed over people I just met Scrubbed their faces from my sheets Got a wall of bracelets and wristbands Little thank-you notes taped to the fridge I remember every one I couldn’t keep Names tucked under every bridge Still I say “Couple bumps” As I pull you out the back Rollin’ that stretcher over every crack You’re pale, you grin ’Cause for a second it feels like we’re just messin’ up All this fear in the hallway But my favorite line somehow Is sayin’ “couple bumps” on the way out It’s the tiny lies that keep me sane (oh yeah) The small talk over all that pain If I can make you roll your eyes Then maybe you’ll make it through the night And if you don’t At least I tried To give you one last stupid line So I still say “Couple bumps” As I pull you out the back Rollin’ that stretcher over every crack You’re hurting, I’m tired But I toss that line like a lifeline up All these ghosts in my mirror But the thing I can’t live without Is sayin’ “couple bumps” on the way out Yeah, I’ll say “couple bumps” on the way out

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