They've said it every year but this times it seems like
The end is near and i'm in line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low
And as long as i've known the bumps
And creeks of this house
It's starting to make the types of sounds
That only comes from people's mouths
You can't tell me it's still settling
Built on an indian burial ground killing everything
The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a bike
And i would write letters
Ask directions to whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of the
Show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one tortoise
Thats why I left this city
To fast paced for this ho-hum taurus
By the time i developed the pictures
They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them in the rough who think
That love comes with diomands
Slave labor you made me work for
What I couldnt have
Diamonds cut but cool burns
And nothing lasts forever
Dont know why I bothered saving any of your letters
They're just aged paper
Crumbling
Slave labor you made me work for
What I couldnt have
Diamonds cut the cold burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes