i can see it now, you're gonna spiral down i'd like to shake this feeling but it sticks somehow and you wipe it off like a cold brush smear like the stinking summer you can disappear you're still around can't you swallow it down well i'm so unsound can't you figure it out? well i know that you're only gonna find it's no big deal it kills me just to think that you're for real you're only one crack on the back of the last page and i'm nothing too all your twisted thoughts are falling at your feet your mind is gristle and you can't speak i can wipe you off like a cold brush smear and like the stinking summer, you disappear you're still around can't you swallow it down? well i'm so unsound can't you figure it out? well i know that you're only gonna find it's no big deal it kills me just to think that you're for real you're only one crack on the back of the last page and i'm nothing too