The Lawrence Arms - Another Boring Story lyrics

displacement, the basement, isolation commented relented six stairs down naked bulb, tired lungs, tired eyes, crooked thumbs not up but sideways for now. the rise and fall and gentle drops precipitation never stops i pulled the clouds inside me and now it's raining again. cried in my sleep last night for the first time. dying while i live, living where we die. futility abounds six feet deep within the coffee grounds. there ashtrays are volcanoes now apartments burn in red and brown salt the earth and never grow notice ashes look like snow falling and just sitting there more trash than the county fair the smell of crowds, a burning nose a smell familiarly morose half-a**ed attempt only to fail half-a**ed reflection ghostly pale you're waving while i disappear---ashes cementing my fear ...