The only good in happy endings is a rest before a stop
You never changed or modulated, it wasn't your job
Now the slow descending footfalls of an empire keep you up and in arms
No gloss prints or bags of money, honest legal work, that's all

You're under the same surveillance that you were a year ago
And the nervous quiet interrupts the landing of the blows
You tell your spies you're only frightened and not angry cause nobody has to know
The spoon that digs the tunnel out, the candle sitting in your window

Now summer's for the indoor kids
The things we saw that no one did
Summer for the indoor kids again
The things we never did, we never did

You put up such resistance, blew the brand up, sold the merch
Made a killing selling killings off to men in collared shirts
And now that your the little victim who is lied to, who is hurt...

Now summer's for the indoor kids
The things we saw that no one did
Summer for the indoor kids again
The things we never did, we never did

The only things you came for, slow encores, forget-me-nots
Your favorite cut paper-thin hand-painted by a god
Before you hide down in your ruins, the last punch line, everything you will have lost