Popular Concussion

We go out tonight

To justify ourselves

If we feel something

Though it's bloated

We must be alive

We come home tonight

With a stomach full of kisses

We can't hold them in

So we throw them up on the floor

There are so many

Of us

And there's been so many

Before us

So what the fuck are we supposed to do

When there are so many of us

And all the kisses we share

Keep ending on the floor