Текст песни Pictures of Vernon Krelboyne Picnic

you swore it was the right decision
so I awoke to see you off
searching for a better vision
you abide by your own thoughts

if I subscribe to your ideas
do I assume you as a leader
could I pick and choose
from the books you gave
to make my opinions clearer

tally marks on the wall from every breath
I wanted to leave in a silent death
pull off the road cause I can't take it
I'll try to save face but I can't fake it

whatever happened to the book you were writing
you called me a savage but I took to your liking
swallow this down it helps with those thoughts
but now I can't sleep and they're casting lots

drafted poorly, not promised permanence
I exist alone in my ignorance
come on jamie read me your tattoos
there's still so much left for us to do
my knuckles are pushing and fighting to get out
my hands turning white, I'm swept up in doubt
I'm like a record spinning til I'm relevant
then burning out cause I'm out of my element
(I stared long & it's coming back
when I want I paint my nails black
you go to a world made of glass
the streets are paved but you walk on grass)