Head on a Swivel

This is going to end badly

Things have been good for far too long

This is going to end badly

Waiting for the other shoe to drop

Holding my breath

Bracing for the impact

Can’t shake the weight of impending doom

Book it before we blow up

Sailing through moons of Saturn

Flailing to keep things familiar

Better the devil that you know

Than friends that you don’t

You don’t

You don’t

It’s like I’m afraid of happy

She says the curse is from my head

It’s like I’m afraid of happy

Hope it’s not too late to change my bed

Whisper so quiet

No one can ever hear me

Just want to disappear fold into nothingness

Head down forgot to look up

Sailing through moons of Saturn

Flailing to keep things familiar

Better the devil that you know

Than friends that you don’t

You don’t

You don’t

Sailing through moons of Saturn

Flailing to keep things familiar

Better the devil that you know

Than friends that you don’t

You don’t

You don’t