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Whatever gets me through the day

Now that I'm not here with you

And it makes me sick

When I think

Spiraling down like water flowing

From my kitchen sink

Darling, clean me up

I'm capsized, I'm trying

But there's something filling up my lungs

When did it get this hard

You've been chosen to swallow me whole

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start building the ark

You turned twenty-one on Monday

Happy birthday, baby

Are you glad I came

And I knocked 'em back and they all cheered

It's so nice to be the hero soaked in gluttony and beer

Darling, clean me up

I'm capsized, I'm trying

But there's something filling up my lungs

When did it get this hard

'Cause you've been chosen to swallow me whole

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start

Now I better start

Now I better start building the ark

Or else plunge towards the flood like a death march

And I better start building the ark

Now I better start

Now I better start

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start building the ark

Now I better start

Now I better starts here

I'm guilty

Is that what you wanted to hear

Are you happy

The end of the world is coming, dear

I'm sorry

I know that I've said it before

But now that we're telling the truth

I don't know what we've been staying for

'Cause it's poisoned like the water we drink

It's poisoned like conspiracists think

It's poisoned we already know

That this is gonna kill us if we don't let it go

It's ugly

I can't pull the words from my mouth

I wanted to turn off my life

Ignore it, push it all down

Believe me

Not an ounce of this turned out as planned

We both felt the shift

Now we can't wash off the blood from our hands

It's poisoned like the water we drink

It's poisoned like conspiracists think

It's poisoned we already know

That this is gonna kill us if we don't let it go

Oh

Oh

Oh

It's poisoned like the water we drink

It's poisoned like conspiracists think

It's poisoned we already know

That this is gonna kill us if we don't let it go

Maybe I'm a recluse

In a house I don't own

I've started talking to tin can telephones

Daily dose of damage

I get obsessed with

Call it karma or self-reflection

I could throw a Molotov cocktail

Burn down the places I go

Start a great American novel

Like the one Salinger wrote

Maybe I'm a recluse

My old friends forgot

Feel myself slipping when the hardwood starts to rot

I'll cut you off

Like a frostbitten limb

I'm embarrassed

Feel the phantom kicking in

I could throw a Molotov cocktail

Burn down the places I go

Start a great American novel

Like the one

Like the one Salinger wrote

So call me what you want

An arsonist

A solipsist

At war with pagan gods

Give me what I need

The energy to push away

Everyone I meet

I could throw a Molotov cocktail

Burn down the places I go

Start a great American novel

Like the one Salinger wrote

I went to space and came back taller

Guess the gravity's been pressing for a while

Where'd you go and are you safe

Did you fall asleep on the interstate

Guess I get a little nervous sometimes

Just call me back I know, I know you're probably fine

Your silhouette projected on the surface of the sun

I'll orbit off so please pull me down when I'm done

Your silhouette projected on the surface of the sun

I'll orbit off so please pull me down when I'm done

We're not prone to earthquakes here

But I'm still cowering under the table

Broken glass could fly at any time

The good thing about zero gravity

Is nothing can cave in on top of me

My vertebrae expanding in my spine

But I still worry your ground will shake tonight

Your silhouette projected on the surface of the sun

I'll orbit off so please pull me down when I'm done

Your silhouette projected on the surface of the sun

I'll orbit off so please pull me down when I'm done

My god, I think it's Wednesday

But I guessed that hasn't mattered in a while

I get up, if you can call it that

Watch the planets flying past

And I wonder if today they're all aligned

Do you suppose that might be some sort of a sign