It’s dark already, 5:00 the streets are full 

You’re flailing around helplessly like god herself

It’s dark already, 5:00 the streets are full

Take off your glasses, put them back up on the shelf

Can’t read a book, there’s too much silence in your head

You lie back down, but reaching for the light

Can’t read book there’s not enough silence in your head

Can’t fall asleep, honey nothing’s ever right

Lawn’s coloured blue it must be sad and lonely

It’s the neighbours and their fourth rave today

Lawn’s coloured blue it must be sad and lonely

See the lack of beauty they wake to everyday


You’ve been tending to the garden

Sifting through unnatural, leaves and dirt

Picking out your favourites, and helping them grow diamonds

Picking out unnatural, leave them in the dirt


The paintings speak to you, you don’t speak Spanish

You wash your hands so you don’t smudge the glass

The paintings speak to you, you don’t speak Spanish

Step on your Sunday scale, it gives you your mass

You wish that you were somehow even fucking older

I guess all artifacts want to rus

You wish that you were somehow even fucking older

The bedpost crumbling as you both turn to dust

Denial is simply a symptom of their poverty

Justify your causes any way you like

Denial is simply a symptom of their poverty

You can’t hear screaming from the back of a bike


You’ve been tending to the garden

Sifting through unnatural, leaves and dirt

Picking out your favourites, and helping them grow diamonds

Picking out unnatural, leave them in the dirt


l just take pride in making fun of all the rich folks

I can’t argue with the king of all the dimes

I just take pride in making fun of all the rich folks

I’ll save my subtlety for some other fucking time

 

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