Get out of bed 'cause i swear you'll see the d**h of me
Conï¬ned inside this space; it's an empty April curse
In the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land
Where i'm the only one on hand
Let's call a cab, 'cause i swear you'll see the d**h of me
We're ï¬oating yellow ghosts without thoughts and no remorse
In the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land
Where i'm the only one on hand
You're my speed just like staying in the lines
And I'm your speed just like turpentine and limes
Turn off the set, 'cause I swear you'll see the d**h of me
It ï¬gures that we'd see our favorite stars of stage and screen
In the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land
Where I'm the only one on hand
You're my speed just like staying in the lines
And I'm your speed just like turpentine and limes