My Speed

Get out of bed ‘cause i swear you’ll see the death of me

confined inside this space; it’s an empty April curse

in the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land

where i’m the only one on hand

Let’s call a cab, ‘cause i swear you’ll see the death of me

we’re floating yellow ghosts without thoughts and no remorse

in the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land

where i’m the only one on hand

You’re my speed just like staying in the lines,

and I’m your speed just like turpentine and limes

Turn off the set, ‘cause I swear you’ll see the death of me

it figures that we’d see our favorite stars of stage and screen

in the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land

where I’m the only one on hand

You’re my speed just like staying in the lines,

and I’m your speed just like turpentine and limes