It's the end of July A zombie-like Twinkle still in my eye From a winter that I couldn't take And a spring that I couldn't face I guess I've gone insane The grocery store night shifts are a bitch And all day my brain wastes away But my favorite song still plays And I still wait Our lips don't match the things we think As we drag our feet into the next week For now we just pull at our books and our pages Taking x-rays of ourselves and making changes And at the end of my life A zombie-like hunger Behind dead eyes Still trying to calculate The endless days in space I know you smelled me Coming from a mile away My hopelessness And hanging brain Don't tell me what you think Your body language speaks And she sang All the masses laughed and winked As they watched the news on the TV People pull at your clothes and your faces While I'm tied up in shoelaces Oh, you are dangerous Oh, you are dangerous Our lips don't match the things we think As we drag our feet into the next week For now we just pull at our book and our pages Taking x-rays of ourselves and making changes Ah Ah