Childish things, toy guns & swings
Tears for us to cry
Happy Tuesday, dead on Wednesday
Friday gets us by
Look at all the surfboard people
Stiff as wood that water leaks through
Maybe we're just waiting for the perfect day to die
Die alone
One thing leads to another and then you go
And hope it isn't slow, oh
Walk along
From one street to the other, living alone
All my friends afraid of weapons
Firing in the street
Please relay this information, so that we can sleep:
I don't hate the God that made me
At least when I'm not feeling crazy
I'm not fighting wars that feel so cheap
You're gonna have to lie down and bleed
Goes to show
That one thing leads to another and then you know
You cannot be alone
I will go
Put my hand in another, there I will know