My old pal looks shaky with a cigaretteâ inâ his hand
Salt andâ pepper sprinkled on his face andâ on his head Looks like he might start crying, is itâjustâsomethingâthat I said? Letâsâtake a walkâaround the block This fleeting feeling is infinite
Around here weâve been wondering what tomorrowâs going to sing On the final field recording from the loud Anthropocene Iâve seen the sparkle of the diamonds on the watch of the emcee Itâs not keeping time, just shining
Itâs not the first time you said, one and done And oh my god And oh my god
Stood in your prom dress all covered in blood What you sacrificed will never be enough
This whole town looks empty but we knew it wouldnât last Behind bulletproof windows theyâre still wiring the cash Whatever they could scrape up, whatever that they had Thereâs a lot of mouths to feed through this famine
This room seems even smaller now than I remember it Hung mirrors on the walls and the ceiling Thereâs no disguising it Thereâs no denying it This little box fits everything there is
Itâs not the first dance you said, one and done And oh my god Baby oh my god Came to the wedding you were looking rough Watch the masochists all celebrating love