They’re having fun

Shooting their guns

Waving at us

Hush the discussion

With no repercussions

That’s what they say

In the ashtray

What else remains

The ashes of Sunday

Can we just get through the day

Did I mistake

You or mishear

Why would you break

Me up in the atmosphere

And you know why

The stars are aligned

That means nothing

In my head you are something else

Will you listen

A distraction

Ammunition

On one condition

They don’t need permission

We’re not the same

Hurts but it pays

Reading essays

You’ve been betrayed

Well anyways

Did I mistake

You or mishear

Why would you break

Me up in the atmosphere

And you know why

The stars are aligned

That means nothing

In my head you are something else

I’m a level headed raised by a dead head died from coke lies of stroke a president airhead

How am I not braindead drunk on a bunk bed being tread by all of the bloodshed

This and that you're just a stat but when you're up to bat they like to use you like a door mat

Break out the thermostat and the math shows your heart goes to the aristocrats

Did I mistake

You or mishear

Why would you break

Me up in the atmosphere

And you know why

The stars are aligned

That means nothing

In my head you are something else