Race around this neighborhood
Looking for something to cure you
You should try
And make sure I
Am not here when you’re left behind
And so it goes away
A mark of indecency scrawled on your forehead
All your worth is mine
Broken glass and Wednesday Ash
Split centuries of time
And if this bathroom stall is too tight for two
Then find another place to hide
Excuses beat high hopes
I’m on the tightrope looking down
Follow the line with your one track mind
And reiterate this rotation
You’ll always want more until your thighs are sore
From keeping this flame alive
The cards are drawn, the sides are shown
And we’ll take this on our own
With banner raised, bullet in chest
Standing upright