Days
Do I look great?
Just had my life erased
Caught up, oh God I
Can't even feel the left half of my own face
Parade late
I wait for days
No cellmate
April, May
I wait for days
My back straight
But I look great
I got the cold to thank
Picked up, it seemed like
40 more from when I died into the substrate
You'll think about how
You'll know exactly when they'll leave
You'll think about how
You'll find them home within a week
Can't even feel the left half of my own face
40 more from when I died into the substrate
I wait for days
And as these house lights
Flicker on just like every other dead night
And as this car drives
I think about how you're never gonna feel right
Writer/s: The City Hall
