You cut your hair so short
wore out the cracks in my front door
the carpets crushed to bits
the sickly sit and mash their lips
never closin'
the air is flavorless
vending machines swallow my tips
I work the dayshift
I heard ya look like shit
but I hear a lot of things
hit and miss
these dry plains so limitless
I know it can exist
this perfect vastness
the valleys brush my fingertips
sometimes, this life of mine grows tired
still I'm afraid to die
it goes around and 'round forever
hovering in the sky
did you think it would be nicer
walkin' in rewind?
steps drawn back into the past
still, this destination never lasts