I'm having a meltdown, this ship better sink before we all say things that we don't really mean
It's all flowers and pancakes and roses for you oh but maybe, just maybe, we'd like roses too
We can't drink we can't eat and we haven't had sleep, this week
But what's getting us down is still a mystery to me
So while your storm blows over waters that froze this boat
We won't move along till we admit we're wrong through song
We pissed in our beds and we threw out the dead and we drowned anybody who had lost their head
If anyone comes across any bad news we'll just sit here and wait till we got more to lose.
And God will come down and save my enemies, not me
And then he'll come down and save people I hate, just wait
Why we're still here isn't something I know for sure
But we will all drown the same water anyway today
There's holes in this boat and it no longer rows, or floats
We will all drown and no one will know why we died
If there's no remains they will forget our names, someday
All they will know are the troubles and thoughts we fought
The water will toss with the people we lost last fall
The winter will come and will leave all of us numb, as one
The weather will pass and we'll be someone's catch at last
They'll pack us in boxes and let us all mold for a while, till we expire
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