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I can't fall asleep, but when I get there I can hardly stay awake
I think about the three of you every single day
I hate these wooden walls, vintage posters rotting off
What are you doing with those handcuffs?

They call me a selfish man, but I don't know what kind of man I am
They put me in surgery. Now I'm the king of lobotomies
I'm zoned out and drunk all day, watching my life disintegrate
We're already going ninety, let's see if we can stall

I see you on the street sometimes, but we haven't spoken in a year
I know from the recycling bin we share that you're drinking a lot of beer
I hate these wooden walls; I hate this broken stove; I hate hearing your music from downstairs
I just can't bring myself to care

I figured out the battle plan, you know they can't catch all of us, man
I stayed inside for a week, I don't know what I'm supposed to be
I'm zoned out on pills all day. My teeth will rot and then decay
We already broke a hundred, don't crash into the wall
I can hear the sirens. I don't know who to call

I hate these wooden walls

I hope you remember me as the decent person that I try so hard to be
And I know I'm a selfish man, but I think I have improved since then
In the world there is so much hate, but the memories we made were great
The car's not even starting, I'll go back to my wooden walls
I'm so sincerely sorry, I know it's all my fault.

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from t h i s c o l l a p s i n g m o m e n t, released May 1, 2019

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