Damocles

It's always fucking something, isn't it?

It's crunch time, baby, now but then

After this, I'm golden

It's always fucking something, isn't it?

I'm sorry I missed Father's Day

I couldn't get my nothing straight

But, I

I don't really mind

Happens all the time

And how could you have seen the

Signs?

Busy, busy life

Sleeping like I'm Damocles

A thousand little knives

Sleeping like I'm Damocles

A thousand little knives

Next week, I have to go drive down to Brooklyn (Brooklyn)

Last week was Massachusetts, then it's Scranton (Scranton)

When was the last time that I felt excited (Excited)

More wrinkles on my forehead than from smiling (Smiling)

If looks could kill, then maybe I'd

Finally find out what I look like

I daydream less, the more that I'm

Coma-walking through my own life

I snip off pieces of my hair

The roots are light, the ends are dark

Two grand to fix my fucking car

And I can't find a place to park

The way my body was back then

When I felt hopeful it could change

Almost identical to now

I'm praying that I stay the same

I'll pick up your prescriptions and

Mourn every man, woman, and child

I'll answer all my messages

And I will do it with a

Smile

Smile!

Pretty little lives

Said I didn't mind

But Jesus Christ

I always lie, I

Never close my eyes

Sleeping like I'm Damocles

A thousand little knives

I got down in the hole you dug

The night before the morning of

The day we put your mother in the ground

I got down in your mother's grave to

Make sure it was long enough

'Cause who would have if she wasn't around?

I hope I crash my fucking car

I hope my brakes give out on the highway

I hope I'm buried in your heart

I hope you dream of me when you're sideways

I hope your dinner comes back up

I hope your truck gets four flat tires

Anything I can do for you

You know I'd do it with a-