Keep pace for the both of us
Hang the snake, in our bed
Yea, we should save face for the rest of them
‘Cause we swing with the best of them
Are you well?
How in the hell?
Because I am therefore I am not
She’s always been the one
That’s wrapped around my thumb
And I occasionally wonder why
I amputated both my hands at once
It ends where it always seems to begin
I'm not ready for it to end
Where it always seems to begin
I’m still wondering
Are you well?
How in the hell?
Because I am therefore I am not
How in the hell?
Because I am