The thing about fucking doors that’s always open No keys no “come inside” And have a look around and find that you’re only welcome Your feet kicking up, closing eyes And taking off the wooden gloves, smell something other Than a beat bock gawking in our eye And what about the next one born of this particular motive? There’s no peace no calming down
La la la
Locket of the baby’s hair’s in the next drawer over And I keep things in my mind A photograph taken of you when you were older Your face melts, showing lines
And you know what this is And you know what you did It’s gonna go on like I said If you don’t, then we’re dead
So chalk it up to being born, or the natural order Well you don’t know what it’s like They’re checking off names and drinking international water We’ll freeze and burn all the time I’m catching up with you in hopes that everything is normal The things that in your day Would get you so down that you might wonder if it’s worth it Says the bleak part you could save
And you know what this is And you know what you did It’s gonna go on like I said If you don’t, then we’re dead