Lyrics

Sometimes I hear it when I’m staring at the wall
Symphonies of every sound I’ve ever heard
Later on, when I’m drinking, I’ll tell you all about it
& my words will come out wrong

Sometimes it feels like the air in-between is somehow bigger in my mind
Pushing me into the corners of a thousand different rooms
Later on, when I’m doped up, I’ll tell you all about it
& my breath will come out wrong

Sometimes the strings feel like they can’t get any tighter
Eventually, all that’s left is is a single black hole
Later on, when I’ve crawled out, you’ll ask me all about it
& I’ll tell you a lie

Sometimes I forget that I’ll ever get older
& expectations are to treat that like a gift
Later on, when I’m dying, I’ll tell you all about it
Who was right & who was wrong