I’ve never been alone
Inside an empty room
Echoes return to soon
Through the late afternoon
It’s got to be my time
But the feelings not right
The engine’s aching all night
Taste the rusted the knife
A neon sign shines above
Calling out to someone I love
But I can’t pull the sound
From the back of my throat
The mirror hangs exposed
Reflects a television glow

I wanna watch the game
I wanna watch the game
I wanna watch the game
I know it might be poor taste
But I,
Wanna watch the game
I wanna watch the game
I wanna watch the game
I know it might sound insane



Fridays are always the same
Watch the paint peel away
The afternoon cascades
Let it all go to waste
Shadows climb the wall
And slither back down the halls
There’s a silence that calls
The spring heeled man in the fog
Call off the party again
Tell them all to forget

I wanna watch the game
I wanna watch the game
I wanna watch the game
I know it might be poor taste
But I,
Wanna watch the game
I wanna watch the game
I wanna watch the game
I know it sound insane
But I,
Wanna watch the game
I wanna watch the game
I wanna watch the game
I know it might be poor taste