There will be no drums (the timing was off)
Everyone I know has a doppelgänger in New York
Wind chimes woke me up the day the world ended
Garbage trucks were patrolling the streets
And my slowly changing brain kept me awake chemically
Keep me sun drunk and fucked
Scraping shit out the bottom of a fryer
There's a wedding I won't be invited to
There's a future that's less than crystal clear
So for the first time in forever we'll get the old band back together
And travel anywhere but here
Come on, you know it could be fun
You're not good enough for me
I'll poke my head out of the murky water
And I'll whisper "I know I'm here"
I'm no longer your genius answer to your pretty little damaged prayers
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