Blame the Ending - Who Would Have Figured Lyrics

They say you gotta talk about what you gotta talk about
Just a figure of speech from you to me
Merrily merrily we feel weary in our territory
Realizing we're sizing you up and down
We sink down, we crash
Back to the lab, as a lab rat, like sardines packed
In the back of class avoiding the point
What's your point?
Letting go and figuring it out
With charts and figures who would have figured
You're triggered so easily
Sorry to see, behind a tree
Just a shadow, just a shallow pond
Filling up with blondes
Poolside floating, backyard rockets exploding
Blue shades, white shoes
Mid-day, permanent holiday
Chasing imaginary trains to the station
Dialed in to the pulse of the nation
Licking scars, dealing another card
Waiting on stars, stripping lists
We get the gist, just the tip
And you split the tips
And we bake to a crisp
Hoorah she's dancing again
Bucket-listing her friend
Waiting on thawed milk
Her and her ilk
Like a vacuum sucking silt
At sundown she goes down
Clown block in clown town
World-renowned for a lack of sound
Behind a jaded heart
We call outsider art
We call an audible
We call a do over
We call a civilian a soldier
We call a pebble a boulder
We call an elbow a shoulder
We call a floor a cupholder
But there's still jungle
There are miles and meters
There's a perimeter forming
There's a long line of greeters
There are re-tweeters, space heaters, and parking meters
Crammed into consciousness
Torn into circumstance
Lost in the back of a van
Verifying the villain was vain enough
To stuff his bloodied cuff into the heavy rough