Woke up today, I woke up awake Turns out the end of the world wasn't another fake I've slept through an apocalypse crying in my time But this one was for me, no it wasn't for you; it's mine Half a mile from Memphis, twice as far from piece of mind Branches fumble leaves in tired Tennessee sunshine I'm mulling over last night's sin; she stitched lion on my pillow Now I'm a mouse again I was hailing a cab, she was hailing a cab But all these neon lights make my girl look so drab… We got helium kisses, we can rise above The windy pissers using, their lips for love (for why?)