....You know i don't even feel the strings
But i know that they pull me back
Upright, post collapse

Something's Killing All The Birds In My Neighborhood...
Sir, this is an Applebee's I'm gonna have to ask you to leave...

We all die, why not do it in a parking lot?
We all sigh cos we know it might be all for naught
We all cry, but we only do it all alone through a combat zone: the long walk home

D-R-A-G-G-E-D across the concrete
l'appel du vide I'm cutting holes in a bedsheet
D-R-A-G-G-E-D across the concrete
These days have edges like a free kick from new cleats

Just send the flood already
We've reached the howard hughes phase
All but collecting jars at altitude

First terror, then lunch
You learn to live with the bunch
You feel stuck yet still somehow come unglued

Like I'm sprinting in sap
With my head plastic wrapped
My lungs are less air than pot
Cos this life's a garrote

I will now be pointing fingers to bleachers
Not the stands, no underneath with the creatures
you assholes kept me there til i did not care
remember that when you come looking for features

Where's my light switch

AHHHS and SHIT

D-R-A-G-G-E-D across the concrete
l'appel du vide I'm cutting holes in a bedsheet
D-R-A-G-G-E-D across the concrete
These days have edges like a free kick from new cleats