Is there someone you can argue with
That will catch you if you fall?
Someone else that you can talk to
Is there a neighbor you can call?
Cause there's a cancer in our children
And we put it in their mouths
Poisoned all the waterways
And choked the air to death
Paradise beyond the paywall
People outside stacking bodies
At the gates to get a glimpse
They heard it's ultimate salvation
Without the troubles of the poor
Where not one question lingers
There's an answer and a cure
Face wrapped around a cigarette
And I know I'm not quite right
But I'm trying to do better
And not worry about anything
Who doesn't talk like they know themselves
When the dream of blinding joy you'd find
In the bedroom of the star
Fades with the color from your cheeks
And his potency of promise
Convictions of the honest
Obscured, confused and undermined
Face wrapped around a cigarette
And I know I'm not quite right
But I'm trying to do better
And not worry about anything
Who doesn't talk like they know themselves
You could be my razor blade
Your face wrapped around a cigarette
You could be my razor blade
And I know I'm not quite right
But I worry about everything
You could be my razor blade
But the ring was more than howlin'
WRITERS
Isaac Symonds, Dylan Phillips, Conner Molander, Devon Portielje