Cemeteries to get stoned in All the bones under our feet The ghosts living in your sheets Made from ashes, sit concrete Hot in the Sun Take your tongue Our initials'll make a mark As sick as it all is It's still hilarious, isn't it? Lost and found has come around End of circling a memory A makeshift image for sanity I've seen static underlines TV Habits like that will die hard Sstill a passenger in your car Going nowhere, Lakeshore Drive I only want you to survive Not even thrive Just survive, just survive