I haven't looked at the sun for so long
I'd forgotten how much it hurt to
I haven't looked at the sun for so long
I'd forgotten how much it hurt to
I haven't picked up the phone for so long
I'd forgotten how much it hurt to
I haven't picked up the phone for so long
I'd forgotten how much it hurt to
(I haven't been outside
I haven't been outside...)
I haven't looked at the sun for so long
I'd forgotten how much it hurt to
I haven't looked at the sun for so long
I'd forgotten how much it hurt to
People here bang on the walls late at night
People here, their smiles are all growing teeth
People here, they're here to die
Can you help me get out of the city?
People here, they lock their doors nice and tight
People here, their smiles are all growing teeth
People here, they're here to die
Can you help me get out of the city?
I haven't looked at the sun for so long
I'd forgotten how much it hurt to
I haven't looked at the sun for so long
I'd forgotten how much it hurt to
The drum wakes up
He'll have a real black eye this time
Hungover dream
He hung around too long last night
The drum gets up
How will he feel about this one?
The dream throws up
He didn't feel too good this time
He's got it all
He's got it figured out
Dream in the hall
Back in the hospital
I'm not concerned
He'll get it straight this time
And if he doesn't, fuck it
The gun goes off
He's always off about something
The drum just nods
The drum ain't listening at all
The drum gets drunk
The drum reads James Joyce in the drunk
The dream falls down
The drum's face breaks the dream's fall
He don't have shit
He's learned to live with it
The drum's in debt
You owe me, don't forget
That 20 bucks
Interest and moral support
And if you don't I swear
This is our lifetime and I am his creator
A young man slowly pulled apart by separate poles of gravity
The drum goes forth
He's got his flag unfurled or something
The drum won't stop
The drum's a menace to the public
Hold your drum high
The drum is stoned again
Don't wake him up
He'll just start talking
The drum is dead (the dream is dead)
Long live the drum (long live the drum)
And I am his creator
Biting my clothes to keep from screaming
Taking pills to keep from dreaming
I want to break something important
I want to kick my dad in the shins
I was referring to the present in past tense
It was the only way that I could survive it
I want to close my head in the car door
I want to sing this song like I'm dying
Heavy boots on my throat I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
I can't talk to my folks I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
All of my fingers are froze I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
Only one change of clothes I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
My head is my head is my head is
Stay inside all this winter
Filling out forms from a busted printer
I want to talk like Raymond Carver
(an advertisement cries out)
I want to turn down the goddamn TV
("He should have gone to Jared's")
Binging on the latest sitcom
Feeling guilty every second it's on
I want put my foot through a window
(I document my mind loss)
I want to romanticize my headfuck
(through instruments of wordplay)
Heavy boots on my throat I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
I can't talk to my folks I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
All of my fingers are froze I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
Only one change of clothes I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
My head is my head is my head is
Let's burn this house down (x a lot)
I never feel
I can never feel
Oh I
Was cut open
And now I
Can never feel
I don't want to do this, I am thinking
Like a child, I am speaking
To no one, spitting words out like dirt
In the morning I'm a corpse
Draft my emails to the corporation
"you're saving my life every day, god bless you"
There's no way out for cowards
Suicide is embarrassing
The whole town at your door
"Come back David we need you"
I just needed more money
More time, more love
All my desires are so poorly drawn now
I know who stole my face
But I don't know who will replace it
Now I'm still alive, but I got no perspective
When the album is over
I will go to bed sober
I've got plenty of love, but nothing to show for it
In my wildest sexual dreams I dream
That I'm watching porn, but there's too much sunlight
Shining on my laptop monitor
So I can't see anything with any amount of clarity
All of my friends are getting married
All of my friends are right with God
All of my friends are making money
But art gets what it wants and art gets what it deserves
I think I’m gonna build a giant hotel
Lest we be scattered, I’ll stack it sky-high
It’s not symbolic, it’s just human nature
Under the foundations, there is a graveyard
We’ve all had better times to die
We’ve all seen better times to die
We’ve all had better times to die
We all had better times to die
“Get a job!”
Job lying in bed while all his friends chant “you must’ve done something wrong”
But he just keeps singing this song
Got to have faith in the one above me
Got to believe that Lombardi loves me
It’s a deal
I want a deal
Let’s cut a covenant
And when they took him to the temple
Oh, then they fed him to the devil
And when they took him to their temple
Oh then they fed him to their devils
And when they took him to the table
(HEY MAN WE LISTENED TO YOUR DEMOS)
Before they fed him to their devils
Oh when they took him to the temple
Oh then they listened to his demos
Most of the time I’m just getting older
But I’ll get to heaven standing on your shoulders
So many people you know that could make you
They say kid you’re good, but do you have what it takes to be
Invited into the divine council?
We’ve all had better times to die
We’ve all seen better times to die
We’ve all had better times to die
We all had better times to die
Invited into the divine council
Invited into the divine…
Would you give it all up if there was another scene?
Would you kill it to see and to be seen?
Would you give it all up if you had another scene?
Would you kill it to see or to be seen?
Renouncer
Is it harder to speak when you're holding the machine?
Is it harder to sleep when you can hear him breathe?
Is it harder to speak when you're holding the machine?
Is it harder to sleep when you can feel him breathe?
Send me a letter, send me your glow
I got it bad now, I want your clothes
Send me a picture, send me your glow
I got your soul now, I got your clothes
Send me a letter, send me your glow
I got it back now, I got your clothes
Send me a picture, send me your glow
I got your soul now, I got your clothes
Hey teenagers, take off your clothes
If I can fit my dreams
We say the same things over and over
Into an ABAB rhyme scheme
You say the same things over and over
Love makes it easier to be human
Love is the payoff for the life that we're losing
God is a scientist he's just found out about us
He's published a study but he don't know much about us
When I die I won't become a ghost
Because I'll have nowhere to haunt
Fuck this town and fuck my dirty hands
When you're strange, if they like you then they gotta be stranger
But they're just strangers
Society wants me to fuck, well fuck them
Car seat is a genetic stop sign
I sleep lying next to a mirror
Car seat is a menace to the public
Love makes it easier to be around humans
Love on the TV, who'd they think they were fooling?
God is a director, he's just found out about us
He's talked to our agent, but he don't know much about us
When I die I won't become a ghost
Because I'll have nowhere to haunt
Fuck this town and fuck my dirty hands
When you're strange, then the critics gotta be stranger
But they're just strangers
Car seat's nervous and the lights are bright
When I was a kid I fell in love with Michael Stipe
I took lyrics out of context and thought
"he must be speaking to me"
I won't last too much longer
I'm already starting to run out of places
For faces in my head
They're all starting to look the same
When did our heart
Stop beating?
Used up all the heat
When did it start
Our meeting?
It's been on repeat
I know there's a full moon every night
It's just not always bright
But it's been so long since I saw the light
Maybe I haven't been looking at the sky
Maud, now you're gone, now you're gone
(Sweetheart, please love me too long
My heart's too strong
Love me too long
Sweetheart, please let me hold on
To these old songs
I've loved too long)
And when I'm in bed
I'm dead
No one to check my pulse
And so instead
My head
Begs not to be so full
And when I fall
Asleep
Which part of me writes the dream
And which part falls
Asleep
Who's running the machine?
I know there's a full moon every night
When I dress black, it snows white
Maud, now you're gone
Being sad's so boring
I'm taking a vacation
I'm driving down to see my old friends tonight
Let's spend the week with rosy cheeks
And crush the grapes beneath our feet
And stop burrowing through old chocolate boxes
Like a heartbroken Bacchus
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I miss those good old boys
They could still find joy in life to talk about
So leave that girl behind you
Or whatever it is that's got you
We've still got time for one more drink tonight
Think what the others would say
If they saw you in the bathroom
Kicking the stall door
They'd say get out of your head for a while
Jump into mine
Leave it on repeat and it says
And if I'd been a parrot I'd have been a very good parrot
And if I'd been a parent I'd have been my own parents
And if that's not apparent then it will be soon
I miss those good old boys
They could still find joy in life to talk about
I miss you
(I don't have any hope left, but the weather is nice)
If you're trying to live, you have to own what you do
If you're trying to live, you have to own what you do
Oh Jesus Christ I, I wish I could talk like that
But such is my place in life
I
I don't have
I don't have any hope
I don't have any hope left, but the weather is nice
I miss you
They were just some aliens passing judgement
Sifting through the fallout of our final judgement
Found our skeletons with sharpened teeth
That was a thing back then
If I'm good
Or if I'm bored
I'm not gonna call you anymore
I'll just visit the exhibit you left on the site
Of bad role models and poorly carved idols
I remember it was never a pleasure to meet you
Had to make a fake account just to meet you
But I can't stand your posts now, I'm going to delete you
Used to be that sweet fear but these days it's just
We are friends
Be our friends
What's my name?
What's my gender?
Or are we above that?
Or are we beneath that?
You forget just who you're talking to
And you probably looked like an idiot in that hat
Goodbye secret files
When I'm gone all this information will die
Goodbye stupid smiles
When you're gone all anyone will do is cry
I used to enjoy losing money
But now all I do is win
And now it's far too easy to be satisfied with things
I used to enjoy being worried
But now everything is fine
I wish I could go back to that unhappier time...
Cats crawl into gutters
Just at the sight of me
(I'm not happy unless I'm unhappy)
You guys got mad skills
I just got mad
(I'm not happy unless I'm unhappy)
I used to enjoy losing money
But now all I do is win
And now it's far too easy to be satisfied with things
I used to enjoy being worried
But now everything is fine
I wish I could go back to that unhappier time...
Goodbye all you secret files
When I'm gone all this information will die
Goodbye all you human styles
When I'm gone I won't have it in me to try…