And in your blood you know what’s right
And in your bones you know what’s wrong

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone
I thought if mankind toured the sky it meant that everyone could go

I don’t wanna feel better
No one’s ever gonna love me like that again

The thick dripping arrogance to even have this as an option
Astounds anyone worth a shit

Felt such a tear in my aorta
That it spilled all of the light I ever saw across the floor

How could you do this when I learned my rights from you?

But an apartment might be okay
As long as we can still run away

But if I were in congress and someone shot up a school
I’d fuckin’ cry about that too
And so my question is do you?

It’s lukewarm
It’s stale bread
I wanna get my heavy bones out of bed

When the clock strikes three nineteen
My words will sink into the sea
And I will know for a split second that
My whole life's ceased to be

I make lemons out of lemonade

So just get wrecked
I guess

'Are you really gonna save the world this way, crying like a kid every single day?'
Hell YEAH motherfucker I'm afraid it's true
People are in pain, what's wrong with you?

There’s lukewarm herbal mango sweet hibiscus tea
On the hot garbage pile in which I fucking sleep

And I’m having lots of fun
But I won’t make it to Montreal

The neighbors don’t call on authority for much ‘round here
Certainly not for the rustling leaves

But it’s better half than none
I hope to god you have some fun

The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash
the clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash

Oh, I don’t smoke, I just like how it smells.

Somebody new must’ve
Gone bad