It's in this bed I used to make out with the dead
I'd tell them fly above these sleeping city streets
There's a girl she's wrapped in linen sheets
She's beautiful and sound asleep
I wish I was around to hold her hand
I went to sleep that night
I woke up and drained all my life
I joined my younger self from all the better time we'd gone by
I'd dreamt of suicide, and I didn't go outside, and
I drove to you and then we watched a thousand planes fall from the sky
Dead, again
I'd done it all again
I felt my body slip away and then my mortal sight began to fade
That day I laid awake thinking
It's not enough to dig me out of this hole
Will it be here 'til the end or will it swallow my soul?
Our bodies alive, our bodies are fried
I have to go away
I just want to be alive and let you know you're in my eyes
And run away from all these swollen corpses
I killed so many people
I met them at cerebral shows in which I met death
That shit's hard to forget
People should be known as problems
Metaphors will cause me problems
Moving on, I fell so fast
The sun came up, I'm back to life in bed
Reattaching arms and legs
I got right up out of my bed
Drove along I-85
In five minutes I'll feel alive again
I'm passing Georgia Tech and Papa Johns, I see your head
Taking the turn onto Hirsch street
I feel these nerves they're killing me
But I see your face, it's all okay
I'll live to die another day
Between your arms is where I'll stay
Let's run away and hike for a day