Mason Proper - Point A to Point B lyrics

dark stained wooden table i'll breathe when i am able for now i'll hold it in with all of my disembodied and una**ociated sounds of departure for the night and finally breathing pitch black until i had emptied out the till heard the tires squeal but you won't right? i swore to myself last time was the last time in past lives i was wealthy so probably unhappy oh i'm so glad i died i travel from point a, to point b, to point c trying to lose more points along the way to get lower i travel from point a, to point b, to point c trying to fall from grace along the way to get lower and lower and lower