Pack the van
Forget the rest
I retire
We’re moving west
My lungs fill with suburban air
I swear by bits that fade and disappear
Rescind my friends, they aren’t there

It’s not that I’m into punishment
I’m scared of change and I’m cognizant
There’s more to be than in Demarest
More to live for than I know yet

Running through
This cyclic war
See it ending
Unlike before
But I take time to hesitate
Cave to losing, wash broken plates
An ugly image I consecrate

It’s not that I’m into punishment
I’m scared of change and I’m cognizant
There’s more to you than the parts I dread
More to live for than I know yet

The master plan
So clamoring
What’s definite
Now exploding
What if action amounts to sin?
In orange plastic, so paper thin
Cradle my neck, still swallowing

It’s not that I’m into punishment
I’m scared of change and I’m cognizant
There’s more to hurt than what’s in my head
More to live for than I know yet