R.I.P. Pt. 2
Got a mouthful of pavement
(?) Where's my chair? I don't see it
Got a spine made of green grass
Feeling heavy, feeling tired, times are changing
Affection's there, I can feel it
Intermittent but I'll take it
(?) In the way you speak today
I never used to stir the pot
Scale's broken, skin is dated
Speech is quiet and it's dull and it's faded
Puzzled brows in the kitchen
Devoted eyes and accusations
Glasses off, where'd the red light go?
(I was used to it, I was used to it)
Glasses off, where'd the red light go?
(I was used to it) thank you (I was used to it)
Writer/s: Christian Fenn, Tyler Fenn, Dimitri Treheles, Keith Trivers
