I really wanna know
Do you escape yours too
Your life expectancy is going down as we speak
So best get used to it
I guess to each their own
Or maybe now a few
Now that for twenty-three weeks thought there was a leak
So best get used to it
The suffix of your name
The angles of your face
All things that keep me up at night
It gets darker, sure darker, where they are placed
And I trust I'll never see you again
And how there's presence to
Your absence due
I've not a clue
It's five-thirty and I lost all hopes in me
Beat around the bush to smell detergent from the east
Of that westward house
Oh sure will be long gone when I desire
Nothing left to be transpired
As if an absence will make me feel accomplished
And how there's presence to
Your absence due
I've not a clue
And how what all was sung
Has come and gone
Like rain and fog
I wanna lift the world with two days to give a damn
In spite of what the future's gonna bring
Yeah, times are torn and times are tough when you're your own friend
And times are what times should surely be
Woah