Lyrics

In the waiting room there isn't a seat Look to the future but it all seems bleak Try to believe that you will find sanctuary And we can bask in the light of eternity Quick trip from roof to the pavement Watch as my brain seeps through to the basement How fast can a man reach terminal velocity? And how fast can a man flee the country? And dare I speak so highly of kin and draw up distinctions? Making well thought decisions without influence Make a poor choice then plead ignorance I'm fragile and unstable I live my life based on Aesop's fables But trip up on every sentence If we treat grief with reverence I pay my respects to the clerk He looks at me benevolent And there's wealth from all this suffering As I pay my respects to the clerk He walks away muttering Sick to my stomach with nothing to find I've got no place to be but I'm always in line It's not about you 'cause I won't give you the pride Was it something I said? No, I'm always in line Nothing to show but middle class dating When your taste in people is amazing We'll sit down and eat a catered lunch I can't breathe and I haven't for months And in the end there's broken bones Tears pour from broken homes There's something here but it seems uncertain With subtle nods from behind the curtain Nothing to show and what comes next but Passport photos and a shared address Redemption comes in the form of a joke There isn't any, but we still have hope