Menthol Video (MV)

Driving back to mom's house
For the first time since Thanksgiving
In the last thing I can call my own
Through a fog that isn't lifting
Watching scenery just disappear
As quickly as it came
Try to say I'd do things differently
Don't believe a word I say

Every ley line that I find just leads toward the same sad end
Don't want to die like Caesar all surrounded by his friends

And I have been running on empty
And all I do's been done before
The taste of cedar, pine, and menthol
Between these hackneyed hymns, I'm torn

All the boxes from somebody else
The height marks by the door
All the beds that used to be mine
But they're not mine anymore
Well I guess I'll see you later
Who can really know
May our absences be temporary
Everywhere we go

Well I guess I live for free now
So why the hell not
Strap myself in for forever
Never ever getting caught

There are lights on in the window
Of your new studio apartment
Where you'll sit and know exactly why
Nobody called this year
Stewing in every bad habit
That has put you there regardless
All the objects in the mirror
Closer than they all appear