Tachycardia
It's a mass grave
A dollar-fifty resting place
On the north face
It's a rope I've gotta climb
I'm a stone's throw
From everyone I love and know
But I can't show up looking like I do
In an old suit
My hair is slicked up back nice and smooth
In a court room
Sweat rolling down my back
It's a bad dream
I have it seven times a week
No, it's not me
But I'm the one who has to die
Needs a cold draw
To slow his tachycardia
In a dark bar
The world just melts away
And you feel fine
If your feet can just lose track of time
It's a good sign
When he can stay awake
On a slow day
The rain against the windowpane
Of the café
She spills the coffee grounds
And the same thought
Hits her like cinder block
Life's an odd job
That she don't got the nerve to quit
Yeah, it's just there
At the bottom of those spiral stairs
It's the World's fair
The future's on display
In the still night
They turned on the electric lights
And the crowd cried out
Everyone looks so amazed
