[Emily] Ca**! Ca**, {static} threw up in the f**ing sink! I don't know Get me the ladle or something [Gripp] Bottles half empty and they're steadily waning It's getting existential; {static}'s like, "It's getting me faded" Okay, he didn't say it. But even so, I know I saw it In his eyes before he leaned backwards on the sofa snoring I don't know who puked on the dining table They wandered out into the night and left this tiny halo {Static} is on stumble; his mind is so devoured Almost pulled the bookshelves down just tryin'a hold his balance
Drinks from a plastic cup just like a golden chalice Like how could he cope with out it? Like it's how he controls the malice We're rowdy, spend so many hours believing we're chumps On the balcony being told we won't sprout wings if we jump So we come late for the party but on time for the swan dive End up on the lawn with our thought crimes and our pork rinds You know how Guy Fawkes died? Drawn, hung, and quartered When we die, spread us out between Shawmut and Porter Like...