Rest in,
I've been low enough, low enough
Get in,
every bond, low enough,
low enough
And you all don't buy
me,
low enough,
low enough Second,
every bond,
low enough, low enough
To pull I see,
I'm turning away All the rooms,
crates of vinyl,
flesh,
leash,
my sickness,
nestling nevertheless I grow,
I grow,
I grow,
I grow
I've got the broken arms, broken, broken arms
I've got the broken arms, broken, broken arms
Someone feels sadder
I look forward to meeting you,
and all your friends
I don't feel sad at all I've been imploring to meet you,
and all of
your friends,
and all the rest,
and all the very best,
the very best schools, and schools,
and backgrounds,
and backgrounds,
and checks,
and background checks,
the sway underneath
of the headboard's neck,
oh,
the trickle-down effect,
on the neckless, you parade so elegantly,
effortlessly,
delicately around said neck,
the fact that you respect a double bound of *,
about to be blitzed,
oh,
oh,
you tried to mold the hole,
but the end didn't fit,
you tried to mold the hole,
but the end didn't fit,
you tried to mold the hole,
but the end didn't fit,
and now the tables have turned,
you're wearing dead man's shoes,
perfect * fit