HEAT DEATH

Calm and patient, reaching for a nice life

Sidereal romance

Since you think you're such a fucking tough guy

Why don't you take it from me then?

Something gentle, orbit like a graveyard

Heat death in the hand

Honestly, if you really think you're that hard

Come take it from me

Yeah, let's see you take it from me, man

Cracked and perfect dry lips of a first love

Somewhere gone, stolen, scammed

Said, "Come on, I dare you, Mr. Tough Guy

Take it from me"

Yeah, let's see you take it from me, man

Call me weak, but all my great defeats come from guys who rest their wrists

On the back of empty seats to watch me eat

They tell me shit they don't mean

Call me weak, but all my great defeats come from guys who rest their wrists

On the back of empty seats when we first meet

They tell me shit they don't mean

When I got something I believe in

They come and take it from me