Out beyond the call of duty
Hold your instincts hostage and stick near me
Let's drink a toast
It's the most I can stand to cry about
The mental energy you wasted on this wedding invitation
Let's thank the host, you've been such a great host
The roast was just so perfectly prepared
Now I know you care
We are underused
Simply put, I want to grow old
Dying does not meet my expectations
Let's drink a toast to all those who arrived alive to tell
About their struggles in hushed tones around a fire
It's late winter, let's sink the ship, mix our blood, just the tip
A Crip is sleeping on the basement stairs
Oh, I know he's there
We are underused