Paroles
I don't have the greatest "turn radius"
I hope you don't mind
My ten-point about face at the end of this sentiment
I swear I mean what I mean to say
But all my language is set
To the tempo of the Doomsday Clock
And, similarly, there will be no body there
To finally push both long and short hands to the top
Because no one ever has the time
For goodbyes on the telephone in this movie
Still, you can always find me, stoned by the romanescos
In some suburban snow globe
Burning through a notebook
Trying to nail down how it feels
To be uncertain how to deal
With the way that you've been feeling as of late
Is all this self-guided therapy
Really doing anything for me?
I think I'm too numb to tell
Father, son, and the holy ghost
Won't all fit on one piece of toast
No matter how well you burn it
I fall down
Every night
And hit every stair in this well
I've so carefully designed
To hold me down
Until the bubbles stop
Because I know how to drink until your thinking quiets down
How to drink until you're the only one around
But I miss you more than I could ever say
In another voicemail 15 states away
Because I spend so much time locked in the past
I fear it's all I'll ever have to look forward to
Unless we bid this era adieu
Where I fall down
Every night
And hit every stair in this well
I've so carefully designed
To hold me down until the bubbles
Stop saying shit like that
You know it only makes your mother sad
So just shut up
Just look at the water