Punch Drunk On Black Mold

(альбом: Sinking Islands - 2011)

I am sitting in the back with a jar of fire ants
Picking my teeth with a razor blade
I know you'll be back any day

Waiting around, I found a couple of crazy sounds
But then they up and walked away
That's how I know it's finally safe to say
That you are never ever coming back
I know you're never ever coming back

Punch drunk on black mold
I broke a finger 'cause I'm getting too old
And though it wasn't mine to begin with
It looked enough like mine that I felt it

It's too cool to be a school, it's too dark to be a park
I'm not quite sure where I am but to be honest I don't give a damn
Because I know now that you are never coming back
I don't care about anything else 'cause you're never coming back
I don't know what to do now that you're never coming back

And I saw one little ray of light sneak under the door
Like hope in a movie or an angel in a dusty book
Oh page eleventeen, spirit me away from here

I am sitting in the back with an empty jar, ah

Cutting the ropes with the razor blade
Sawing the bars with a thing I made
Breaking the locks and iron braids
Run in a straight line for days and days and days

'Cause I know you aren't coming back
I can't believe it's true, are you really never coming back?
I don't know what to do now that you are never ever coming back
I don't care about anything else 'cause you're never ever coming back