So as I stand here dying of silence tonight. The quiet spell you slung on the ceiling fan. . You will return again. . Why?. I ask myself sometimes. Dine on small talk after school.
I can swear I feel the beating of a cold, cold heart. Or there's a chill 'cause it's showing through your clothing. And as far as I can tell there's nothing underneath your V-neck tee.
Can I find a place of solace to unscale?. Should I take a social climb? Should I fail?. Have we gathered here to buzz or just to roach?. Have I bought another problem to approach?.
I wanna live on the moon. Never see a human again. And as the earth explodes. I'll light a candle for my dead best friends. I don't enjoy this place. My best friends are so mean.
Here come the swooping hawks down blocks we've all forgotten. Clutching old friends in their talons. Down from the sky to the way back of his mind. To pick it clean, to leave nothing behind, ooh.