And just like that, it's the next day
The morning wish away
The burnout on a Thursday
The bird you swore on making change
Crashed to death by window pane
If that's the hit you're taking
Thinning out and painting
Wear it out, won't you
Sleep it off, won't you
Tear me out, won't you
Thinning out and painting
And you would think that we're in stasis if everything was back in place
And leaving now would keep it safe
Wear it out, won't you
Sleep it off, won't you
Tear me out, won't you