We're from a place where the sidewalk ends
Where the black hole kids are swapping blood with their friends
But the mermaids rot, and our bodies ache, and we're putting bends deep inside the break
They're catching sharks off the pier tonight
Great white fear on a full moon night when you call me up, tell me a joke about the lump they have to cut from your throat
Trouble is on the rise
That bad moon looks like it wanna die
When does it bend?
How does it break?
If the world's just a lover that takes and takes?
Well, where's the line between the young and whatever else that we become?
They're catching sharks right off the pier
You call me up and tell me things I don't want to hear
“If you could do it again, yeah, would you do it again? Yeah, Would you do it the same?”
Well, I never asked for this life
Kicking and screaming and angry but now I don't want to die
So if you want me, go ahead and try me
Try me
Try me
You and what army?
It circles 'round
It pulls us down
No, I ain't gonna drown
Go ahead and try me
Try me
We are not afraid
Not every bend—no—becomes a break
We're treading water
We're feeling lucky
We're feeling fine