Build our house Then call it in Hold the pills above my head Dry my eyes up there instead Until I come down Just bury me there with it (What a joke) Put a wall through your bed Hang me from my hands and cold feet And brace myself This is not what you want I am ready for a slow walk home Even if you're not In another low I just stand outside Waiting for a punch-line Or you Is this really how you wanna live out your life? (Drifting through the lines) And if I ever come down Bury me in sleep Put your hands in my coat and lightly Tell me to leave Brace myself This is not what you want I am ready for a slow walk home Even if you're not Now when we talk There's a taste in my mouth So you can lie- oh God just spit it out Now there's a space on your couch (I'm dying for a joke, when did it get so serious?) There's a space you can fill with someone else While I back through the crowd into sirens (I'm dying for a joke, how did it get so serious?) With high hopes for violence Wonder if it'd help I am ready for a slow walk home Now that I know (Yeah, what a joke)