Imagine talking and never wanting to stop
March me to the shower, keep the field recorders on
This is not over. Can't be washed off
I'll clean out your storage unit with your stink in my cloths
So schedule the last hurrahs that mimic first hurrahs
But don't count the hurrahs
Don't make them quantitative
Put off the last hurrahs
Block them with more hurrahs, and stack up all the hurrahs
Climb them, look down, don't shake
There is an internet and I'm gonna f*cking use it!
A daydream in my head - I won't f*cking lose it though it shifts, as it must
Invite me to your funeral, come back from the dead
Call it a last hurrah that spins off more hurrahs
Even angry hurrahs that let us argue drag-out like we care
F*ck these last hurrahs
I ordered more hurrahs, rush-shipped the hurrahs to flats in two countries so deal
I don't know what they look like; their quality will improve over time
In the way you f*cker f*cked up my life