Solitude is best in short bursts
But any more and you'll fade away
Being alone corrodes the soul
If you find yourself too late
I walk in your shadow
But I won't speak your name
I live in your storybook
I speak in cliche
It's too sterile
Not enough pain
Can't find the pleasure
In your purple reign
Your kingdom is ashes
Your codeine is weak
Your mind is the victim laid out on the street
This isn't Chicago, this isn't LA
We're close to Atlanta, but that's not the same
No it's not the same
But you still say to me
"Long Live Pink City"
"Long Live our Suss** Pledge"
With words like "gallows"
We've set a precedent
I can't believe you're the type to type rumors
I can't believe you're so blind to the future
Baptize my existence to make it worth it
We default to Zod, but that doesn't mean we can't be perfect
I sing because nobody listens
We feel the earth beneath our feet
Move faster than we can keep track of
Your head is spinning faster and faster and faster and you
Can't handle it
Cuz I'm from where I call, the police answer
I'm tired of crowd chant choruses
Spinning endless soliloquy
In a quest for hopeless synergy
When Pitchfork is the path to paid
She got me weak in the knees
For all the wrong reasons
She just had to keep her peace in
The static speaks my name
It's hard to turn away
When all of the faces turn to me and say go home
But I just wanna say that I haven't been home
Cuz I've been touring
And not because I'm too scared to go home