[Verse 1: Tom Scott]
The streetlights in the night look like moths from here
I watch my spit skydive
Pop the top off the beer and reminisce
On times when skies were limitless
And in the midst I wonder how I ever got into this
Infinite twist
And in that day I get lost
Until I snap back where I left off
My stressed boss and my desk job
My ex god and my dead dog
This is the best of
Life can F off, I'm sick of living like this
While pretty city-siders sitting sipping ciders
55 stories high, I sit in silence
Considering what shitty city life symbolizes
The sky sympathizes with a lightning flash
That lights up the nice bright life I might have had
As I look to Avondale, see my old lady's pad
And memories of my childhood that make me mad
My old crazy dad and his brown paper bag
Smacked up in the room next door playing jazz
Wishing I could take a plane out of the sky
And make it crash
Looking down at the world trying to find a place to land
Wishing I could take it back but I can’t
I’m no magician
Just a wishing broke musician
In this solar system of infinity
And none of these stars have ever noticed me
This moon don’t want to glow on me or listen to my poetry
And I could shout top my lungs
But I bet though
The only thing I’m going to hear back is an echo
Or maybe if I threw a rock then I’d get heard
Or maybe I should tie that rock around my leg first
Cause
Nobody knows what I’ve been through
On the edge of my ledge like 3..2...(1)
Just another life wasted
But shit, maybe they'll notice me splattered on the pavement
Amen
The streetlights in the night look like moths from here
I watch my spit skydive
Pop the top off the beer and reminisce
On times when skies were limitless
And in the midst I wonder how I ever got into this
Infinite twist
And in that day I get lost
Until I snap back where I left off
My stressed boss and my desk job
My ex god and my dead dog
This is the best of
Life can F off, I'm sick of living like this
While pretty city-siders sitting sipping ciders
55 stories high, I sit in silence
Considering what shitty city life symbolizes
The sky sympathizes with a lightning flash
That lights up the nice bright life I might have had
As I look to Avondale, see my old lady's pad
And memories of my childhood that make me mad
My old crazy dad and his brown paper bag
Smacked up in the room next door playing jazz
Wishing I could take a plane out of the sky
And make it crash
Looking down at the world trying to find a place to land
Wishing I could take it back but I can’t
I’m no magician
Just a wishing broke musician
In this solar system of infinity
And none of these stars have ever noticed me
This moon don’t want to glow on me or listen to my poetry
And I could shout top my lungs
But I bet though
The only thing I’m going to hear back is an echo
Or maybe if I threw a rock then I’d get heard
Or maybe I should tie that rock around my leg first
Cause
Nobody knows what I’ve been through
On the edge of my ledge like 3..2...(1)
Just another life wasted
But shit, maybe they'll notice me splattered on the pavement
Amen
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