changing from jeans to pajama pants
I know the nights you believed someone would come for you,
take you out of here,
when the weight of those empty pockets and your ugly reflection
ate holes through the grip they told you to get
while you were being pulled under.
You know about being pulled under.
And i know it makes ya say things you just don’t mean
like DIE mutherfuckers!
DIE DIE mutherfuckers!
Hold tight if i love ya
‘cause it might not last long.
I know you hate hope
because it’s the hope that makes you stay
and it’s the stay that’s got you down,
but you stay so far off the ground.