Falling forward in slow waves
The crash before the calmest days
It sparks at the end of
It sparks at the end of a fuse.
Pull and push down 101
A constant pour of frustration
Turn signals over
Turn signals overused
You woke up with a New York attitude
Like there's nothing cooler behind the moon
Posing for a portrait that no one's waiting for
The frame'll cost you extra
So cut your long story short
A little steam goes a long way
Commie blood it bleeds coal gray
Nothing at the end of
It's dry up at the end of your roots
Grafted to a barb-wire vine
Wysteria in bloom and decline
Crafts & arts & arrows
the baby sparrows choke and sing it out
You woke up with a New York attitude
Like there's nothing cooler behind the moon
The broken deal you're using
to keep the fire new
Never issue dull reports
So cut your long story short