What the hell is wrong with people?
What in hell is wrong with me?
Twist the hurt into a steeple
Make more than in make believe
Higher than a fine art student
Wider than the pupils quill
Deeper than the sinkhole at the bottom
Of that old mans hill
And I wonder
Keep me low I'm bound to blow it
Up or down I can't sit still
Pick a point then keep on choosing
Moving is a fickle skill
Stick three skins and make a moment
Lose it in a lack of will
Play that song until you hate it
Love me like I know she will
I wonder
Your girl and best friend slept together
They picked you up at Ronnie's place
Your girl swallowed down every letter
He wrote all over your face
I think you guys are great together
It's nice you're looking for a place
Just maybe shut the fuck up
When you tell me my place in this race
I wonder
Take apart a well meant warning
Put it back as something ill
Lets play strangers in the morning
Hate me like I always will
Wake up I can't start the engine
Drop me off at summer state
Shit I nearly failed to mention
Pick me up, I'm always late
I wonder
Praise the roots for all they're doing
Propping up those cursed leaves
Bless the fruit that hits the ground
It's turning into arteries
Nudge the cup on the night stand
Beside the deathbed of the plans we made
You're digging up the dead and buried
In our famous cemetery