[Intro]
When you're a flightless bird with wings
Sometimes the humor of a bitter god just loses all it's novelty
So now you get too drunk to sleep
You spend the night driving with one eye closed to keep the lines from doubling

[Verse 1]
Replaying the gory scene incessantly
Forgot the safe word was "imaginary"
Forgot about my poor selective memory
Feelin' like a fat kid on the beach who's still weighing
The pros and cons of weak bulimic teeth

[Verse 2]
Means that never reach an end
That's what you get for living in your head
You breathe three A.M. breath
And tell yourself that this is for the best

[Outro]
You tell yourself that this is for the best
You tell yourself that this is for the best