Motion City Soundtrack

To the deep end, to the heart line
Hold it straight together, man
Hold it straight together, if you can
Little fevers wrapped in medication
All strung out on novelty
Collapse yourself and try to comprehend
An angry island, a bitter bee sting
Severing and shattering
Free the self and fix the in between
It's isolation, mark the earth around you
Guess who's on the waiting list
I'll let you in on something secret
I can disappear
Anytime I want to, time I feel you
Shuffle through my skin
I am with you til the end
First you breathe out
Then you have to breathe in
Lash yourself repeatedly
Until it sticks, until it sticks
Under the eyelids, carry on cadaver
Festering interiors
All hollow breach and vapor silhouette
Need medication, more medication
Coursing through your interstates
All mad and great, confused and counterfeit
Kamikaze, sear the blood inside me
Guess who's got it figured out
I'll let you in on something secret
I can disappear
Anytime I want to, time I feel you
Shuffle through my skin
I am with you til the end
And I can decompose
When it suits me I accelerate it
Wicked on all fours,
I surrender to the storm
You'll never know how it feels
You'll never know how it feels
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I can disappear
Anytime I want to, time I feel you
Shuffle through my skin
I am with you til the end
I can decompose
When it suits me, I accelerate it
Wicked on all fours,
I surrender to the storm
And I can disappear
Anytime I want to, time I feel you
Shuffle through my skin
I am with you til the end
I'm with you til the end

Quicksand is a coat of arms,
Lose sleep, it's a liquid fiction.
Last rights every Friday night,
Am I way cool with the lights on?

High tide tied around the neck,
The same song everybody's bleeding.
What makes me so different?
The insides work the same.

You ever fear the dark?
Impressions of your future:
The slightest gravestone whisper,
The stillness of your heart.
I feel it growing dark.
A fever inching deeper,
A fever inching to the core.

I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.
I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.

Shorelines all around the world,
Bright lights and some heavy breathing.
Lipstick and the dagger's kiss-
Just a figment of a feeling.

Hands pressed up against the chest,
Holding out for the big connection.
Laxed lungs never looked so good,
It's a trunk show all the way.

As years go crashing by,
I think of all I've pondered,
So many minutes wandered,
So many things undone.
I'll try to figure out
How many lives I've wasted waiting for the perfect time to start.

I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.
I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.

I'll kick tomorrow...
I'll send the weekends...
I'll kick tomorrow...
I'll send the weekends...
I'll kick tomorrow...
I'll send the weekends...
I'll kick tomorrow... (fight back at the pouring rain)
I'll send the weekends... (fight back at the pouring rain)

I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.
I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.