“Where we’re going I’m dead.”

Apathy rushed in Smooth and fast Like the water on the shore White, cold and bubbling at my feet

She’s got the chemical eyes/perfect disguise and you’re lookin’ okay. From the bottom of the best of the worst. Well, what can I say? But you cocked your head, to shoot me down, and I don’t give a damn about you or this town, no more. No, no, I know the score. Well good luck believing every word they said. I hope you have enough space in your head, I don’t. No, but I know the score. You need me to fall down, so you can climb up. Some fool ass ladder. Well, good luck. I hope. I hope there’s something better up there. Cuz, you cocked your head, to shoot me down, and I don’t give a shit about you or this town, no more. No, I know the score. Well, she’s got the chemical eyes/perfect disguise and you’re lookin’ okay. From the bottom of the best of the worst. Well, what can I say?