I lay on the grass and piss the time away again
Just blame the cards we're given
I fade on the last, we sit and watch the clouds again
Just blame the constellations
We really messed it up
We f*cked it time and time again
The misses stacking up
The wayward calculations
And I don't wanna talk about
The things we don't know how to save
Just turn the TV on
Can't take the conversation
And when the idol preys
Hold your nerve, we're not for changing
I don't want to cause a scene
But all the lucid minds have gone away
And when we lie awake
The ghosts are dancing on the ceiling
They goad us for our gravity
And laugh until the violence starts to fade