Meant what I said when my voice was scratchy and distant
Eyes rolled to the back, losing life
Musn't linger on the last angry syllable
He is trying to catch a swift glimpse of surprise
Hold on, should we?

The deeper the fall the longer the ride
Apathetic, hasty days full of fevers and nicotine
Like the rhythmic steps on caramel-coated pebbles
He's lost his touch and drained the globe
Break down, will we?

Silly little advocate, hold your tongue so it won't spread
Levels adjusting to match the beloved pavement
I have begged you to stray from that wicked attempt
Porch light is out, he has called in sick
Crumble up, must we?