Crumble

They've said it every year but this times it seems like

The end is near and I'm in line to see the light

How far does this black tunnel go

I got a car but the gas is running low

And as long as I've known the bumps and creeks of this house

It's starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people's mouths

You can't tell me it's still settling

Built on an Indian burial ground killing everything

The childhood scar on my chin is back again

That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end

I've seen better days in my night terrors

I was a bike messenger without a bike and I would write letters

Ask directions to your whereabouts

Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out

To many hares only one tortise

That's why I left this city, too fast paced for this HO-HUM TAURUS

By the time I developed the pictures

They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures

If distance is a girl's best friend

Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS

Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have

Diamonds cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts forever

Don't know why I bothered saving any of your letters,they're just aged paper

Crumbling

Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have

Diamonds cut, the cold burns and nothing lasts

Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes