Everything in the past tense clear
got stitched together to get us here
Petty problems knotted up in thread
In the sewing machine from my mouth to my head

Everything in the past tense clear
got stitched together to get us here
Petty problems and jealous zeal
Now ignite the fire in the way that we feel

Everything in the paste tense clear
Everything's clear

Life overflows from an unjust cup like the way my voice trembles but it can't stand up
And this is my retina tracing every word
There's cliché phrases inside these bricks and somehow the mortar always sticks
And it's songs like this that made us who we are

Your juicebox heart with the punched in straw
Beats in time with the march of the downfall
Step out of your skin and nothing's fraile
The skeletons breath in dust and they exhale