Arms - Jon The Escalator lyrics

Jonathan, you're turning into Staos again You're giving free rides to your friends Your gentle head, circled by sweet means and ends Save yourself, get out before they call the adults They'll pick apart your foibles and faults Like giant babies with diminished hopes Took every test, pa**ed them all And pa**ed them to your left By yourself, in this house It's really not so small You've been sweating, when you sleep Always having boring dreams Jonathan, you're busting at the seems All hell breaks loose, in this house When you are not around Lying here, sad and stoned Its really not so bad