The Obituaries Lyrics - On The Impossible Past - The Menzingers

We stumble and stare at the carnival lights that lit up New York City, 

From the rooftop in Brooklyn that was covered in bad graffiti. 

And then I let a thousand splinters pierce right through my spoiled liver, 

Whatever that was left of it. 

'Cuz I cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery. 

Maybe I'm not dying I'm just living in decaying cities, 

But I'm still healthy, I'm still fine, 

I'll be spending all my time readin' the obituaries. 

But I will fuck this up, 

I fucking know it. 

I will fuck this up, 

I fucking know it. 

I will fuck this up, 

I fucking know it. 

I will fuck this up, 

I fucking know it. 

'Cuz I am the shadow of the wax wing slave. 

I felt the buzz issued from window panes. 

I am just freaking out, yeah I'll be fine.