Complaining about the distance
between the walls in my apartment
Cause’ I can never seem to get enough space
Wearing tiny little cannons in the carpet
Cause’ I can never seem to stay in one place
Too busy trying to bottle up the darkness
Save it up and profit off the pain
But I got so tired of talking bout’ it
I decided to never talk again

I was writing the perfect cinematic ending
Frame the shot and build the scene
Keep the subject perfectly in focus
Tell a story with the cinematography
Que the music, then fade out to blackness
And roll the credits slowly cross the screen
But keep in kind of open ended
And never tell you what it means

But oh, my God
Oh, my God,
Oh my God what does it mean
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God what’s its supposed to mean

Who's that knocking at the door
What crimes do I blame the devil for
And why should I listen to what these shepherds say

Are you really who you say you are
Cause’ I don’t need a bumper sticker god
Maybe we should hash this out
If I were strong enough I’d hold you down
I would wrestle an angle and break his collar bone

Prove me wrong (oh my god)
Prove me wrong (oh my god)
Prove me wrong (oh my God what’s it supposed to mean)


from Good Morals and High Standards, released August 4, 2017



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