What happened to your beer? Your skin looks clear You'd love to disappear Because it feels so weird here But you smash every mirror And shed your far away tears If they had your back You'd still have their mustache And you'd still be their lunch They want to suck your blood They did as much Tornado came through town Trampolines blowing around They found you on the ground Impaled on your crown Mud is not a meal Your idea's just a feel Robotically chase glory If you're serious about healing