I need tomorrow like a hole in the head
I'm bored of this and those who're dead
Already said it best
I feed my sorrow like I'm full of shit
I'm hanging on for all it's worth
It's not worth it yet

Would you hang around and talk up the Sun?
Could you stay down and fall into one?

Become a stain of heaven's touch
Drink too fast and drink too much
Wait for push to come to shove
Wait too long and give up

Take it all and run

Phase out and talk to no one
Skip town and give up your gun
Let the bridges burned to dust, light the way for new trust
You're my favorite symptom of the things that I don't speak of