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do pop 'cause that's what my heart goes, I don't call it art, no sir
That denotes that when I wrote it I had other motives
We're never saying what we mean, it's all Silver Screens and lights
And new heights of drama comma tension and clenchin' fists
Love consists of on and off and a built for two coffin
When it's summed up, the rest is a hoax and some jokes
That's been drummed up by the suits and
They're choking out your life in chunks from nine to five and

I do pop 'cause that's what my heart goes, I don't call it art, no sir
That denotes that when I wrote it I had other motives
We're never saying what we mean, it's all Silver Screens and lights
And new heights of drama comma tension and clenchin' fists
Love consists of on and off and a built for two coffin
When it's summed up, the rest is a hoax and some jokes
That's been drummed up by the suits and
They're choking out your life in chunks from nine to five and

There's this one word, it's called comfort,
It's the strangest, most dangerous place I could hide
It's a wonder, this cold comfort
Hasn't hollowed and swallowed you and I from inside
You're my first point, on the worst nights
My gut knots up, my heart bursts like
A pinata pops, this has gotta stop, watch the water drop from clouds, it sure rains a lot
And I've felt how a heart melts down

You said your life's a house of cards, and it teeters on the brink
On the edges of window ledges, until like a great ship down it sinks

Into the sea bed, with sunken gold
And words that we said back when

You used to think that your life was precious metals and rose petals
But now as you're growing up you're finding it's nail-biting and teeth-grinding