I've been looking up at the ceiling
Thinking how I can get out
Thinking how i can work out
What my heart has been saying
But my attention's not paying
And dividends lately
So won't you come and embrace me
Will someone please come and
Pin my arms to my sides so I can't reach and
Hit the bu*ton
I know it seems like I'm in control
Pin my arms to my sides so I can't reach and
Hit the bu*ton
Eject. Eject. Eject. Eject. Eject.
We've been digging tunnels and ditches
Covering over with dust sheets
Soloing drums over heartbeats
Figuring out what we're owing
We never collapse but we're bowing
We're keeping it all for our journals
We're keeping it all for internals
And we can't express so we
Pin our arms to our sides so we can't reach and
Hit the bu*ton
We know it seems like we're in control
Pin our arms to our sides so we can't reach and
Hit the bu*ton
Eject. Eject. Eject. Eject. Eject.