the first thing it tells me is to stop crying
which i haven’t quite gotten to yet
reminds me of my hollows;
you look pretty good down here, but you ain’t really good
carves them deeper
soothes me with the kiss of the chorus;
they told me that the end is near
flies me to the moon to watch the world turn
holds me like i’m exempt from the shackles
engraved with my name
stop your crying, baby, it’ll be alright
and when the bridge starts, so do the white spots
dancing across my clenched eyes
will we ever learn?
never if it’s anything to do with me
we’ve been here before
and it’s where i live
it’s just what we know
it pats my cheeks dry and takes my shaking hand
we gotta get away, we got to get away