You cut your hair so short wore out the cracks in my front door the carpets crushed to bits the sickly sit and mash their lips never closin' the air is flavorless vending machines swallow my tips I work the dayshift I heard ya look like shit but I hear a lot of things hit and miss these dry plains so limitless I know it can exist this perfect vastness the valleys brush my fingertips
sometimes, this life of mine grows tired still I'm afraid to die it goes around and 'round forever hovering in the sky did you think it would be nicer walkin' in rewind? steps drawn back into the past still, this destination never lasts