I'm the locust telling you something's amiss. Then you hear the sound. I'm the whisper, I can do it better. When I look around. I'm the siren sail beamin' from the highest shelf.
Sharp teeth in a broken jaw. Hungry, but I'll hunger on. And the hours I waste. While I fake a grace. That no one will ever see. And I practice tests.
Well every day I throw a little party. But if it would be more fitting, fitting. And every time I come a little higher. Should I leap or go on living, living?.