Setting it on my lap
This can't be all out of spite
But do I want everything I'll have
When the clock strikes

I'm bending out of shape
Too far to wipe my slate
Clean and mean as the grilling machine
That cooked what I ate

When you're awake we'll play jumping double dutch
You've got a way to make me out
I follow the word and I'm lended a memory
I want to take and stretch what you found now

Through the sediment and sludge
Everything I'm holding in a grudge
Just don't make much sense anymore
What the hell were we doing it for?

My flight is quiet
It's colder in the morning
So I'll throw on an extra layer or two

I'll start to write
Float on down the stream
But I still want the best for you in my dreams

When you're awake we'll play jumping double dutch
You've got a way to make me out
I listen for the rest of the night
Fireworks heading off in July
Oh or is it dead and gone this time?

Through the sediment and sludge
Everything I'm holding in a grudge
Just don't make much sense anymore
What the hell were we doing it for?