Lyrics

Fleeced on a lark Walked around the subdivision after dark All the blank spots left a mark You were macabre With Weegee prints pinned up in your car You had a psyche class by the quad Staring at the smoky steam Swirl around the bathroom light You said that there's a nursery Where all the stars came to life Childhood fantasies About dying bravely Working out all the daydreams Didn't know it was a muscle that would atrophy It's not what you do, it's what you do without It's not how hard you tried, it's what you're all about When you go it's a tragedy A quiet moment by the maple tree It's orange light through the canopy It's dewy grass in the morning It's breaking up on the re-entry 40 miles above the sea Burned to crisp in ecstasy When I go it's probably nothing It's chasing joy of discovery The frothy piss on the city street Stealing sweet from Sugaree Where the teachers smoke behind the cedar trees Arms up in a V Laughing at the sun like a Malick scene Melt together like snow in a pool Dreaming dreams so sweet they're cruel Vacuum the desert sand for eternity Nothing unforgiving like Sunday morning