Your treadmill gaze forms wallpaper trifectas I'm bore torn-worn and want country-western lust Our mouths are bigger than our feet Yeah our mouths are bigger than our feet Drywall dust breaks the pace of the cpr finals There's a place that looks like that and it'll have to find us There's no sympathy in a blowout There's no sympathy in a blowout And you can go home but i can't go home