i'd rather not spend this life jumping from a box to a box to a grave should i let sleeping dogs lie to me just to be safe? if i was an animal, i'd be the elephant in the room when i grow up i'm gonna be an avalanche, and i'll grow up soon i got a weapon. i got the keys to my heart and my house between my knuckles. they say any old street could be my armageddon.
now i am mostly pipelines and storage room cavities and pictures of the moon and i was told i live just like the sea with a whole ocean inside of me we enlarge and we deflate have nightmares and masturbate can't get rid of the aftertaste of all dumb things lost and misplaced and we are lying in bed making up metaphors for metaphors we can get a family value pack of scar tissue in a handy dispenser box we learned that misery is a pyramid scheme and that love, love, love is an ancient god, a fever dream.
we tried to trick death by laughing in its face but we couldn't find its eyes so we got stuck on the way we learned that dying is contagious and it ain't even free and that fear grows the more your eyes can see
we learned there's no happily ever after it's mostly a sales strategy and there's no movement in forever it will shoot you in the knee. now i come with all the bells and whistles and shits and giggles you want me to smile when i walk by? oh, please.
(we're lying. we're lying to the ancient gods)
and we are lying in bed making up metaphors for metaphors you can get a family value pack of scar tissue in a handy dispenser box we learned that misery is a pyramid scheme and that love, love, love is an ancient god, a fever dream.