When life has you down in the dumps
And you feel defeated by every path you take
Everything is wrong and slightly less wrong
And put on listener. Chain smoke.
It’ll make things worse.
But it doesn’t matter.
My throat it still tastes like housefire and salt water.
I wear this tide like loose skin
Come on rock me to sea
If we hold on tight
We’ll hold each other together
And not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep.