Careful - Quite lyrics

It isn't safe, but it's not sorry; the gas is growing crystals in the lungs It's not bad, but it's not perfect: maybe this is just a trial run Is this my house? Do I own free weights? I am a f**ing man, my chromosome's a forked tongue It's my garage: it's my gas, my car, my time, and my enclosure Don't be last, and don't be lonely. See a special kind of timing in the leap Don't be cruel, don't be annoying, don't sell yourself short Is this my ring? I must have four kids The dimpled plastic roof is not quite yellow Are these my hands? They look like trees choked out by vines Is this my breath? It's more like gun-smoke? Two fingers pulling greasily at chicken Is that the sun? It looks too sharp and clean: A bubble filling endlessly with air Is this my friend? It feels to forced for that It isn't wrong, but it's not quite right Now living feels like whispering at night I have a couch, I have a TV now