Cooke

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jake Ewald] I'm circling the drain With all my problems in hand Well, I've got a pretty good hand, I'd say But these new caskets crack the same The first few stones are the worst They fall in unnoticed And scare you for more than they're worth And all at once, you will not hear your own words [Verse 2: Jake Ewald] Closet weather at best, and you're a victim You say we're all in the basket But, oh, it's so fun to remind us Over and over again (We dug our own graves) Time's a-wasting, so now I must be leaving (We sealed our own fate) I'm crawling outside, the same way that I creeped in (We dug our own graves) And the rain falls down, and it's heavy on my eyelids (We sealed our own fate) Pulled to the ground, down the fucking drain! [Hook: Jake Ewald] Maybe it's just my luck But I got a spotless record Maybe it's harder to stay And we got it all wrong from the start Maybe it's all in the cards Or just an excuse for playing Maybe it's all in our hearts Maybe I don't know what I'm saying [Verse 3: Jake Ewald] I'm circling the drain But I'm picking these bones up 'Cause, man, they don't live there today And I don't want to hear the fibers crack 'Cause God knows, I'd rather die than be dying! It's not a cliché—no, sir It is a logical preference, 'cause the way things were this year Makes me think how good it all could be And how well it could end! [Hook: Jake Ewald] Maybe it's just my luck But I got a spotless record Maybe it's harder to stay And we got it all wrong from the start Maybe it's all in the cards Or just an excuse for playing Maybe it's all in our hearts Maybe I don't know what I'm saying But I'm saying it anyway...