There she was, with her jeans on
And a fishing rod in her hand
Underground, where the earth decides
What the brain is for, I know

And even in my mind’s eye
It’s taking so long to decide
And even at the back of the line
I make the run in record time

Thunderstorms were her theme song
And she’d never let me forget
Back in town, where the shallow grave
Isn’t shallow anymore

And even in in the moonlight
It isn’t worth it to deny
And even though her tone was unkind
I walk around the caution signs

Only you can make suffering sound like a good thing
How can you make the will of a man sound like nothing

Show me how in a vacuum you still hold the best hand
Tell me now is it time to prepare for your last stand

Open up at the end of the world you forgive me
Shut me down with apocalyptic apathy

There she was, in my bedroom
With a silver wig on her head
On the ground, where we fall asleep
On the maple floor, alone

And even in the sunlight
It’s taken so long to go blind
And even at the end of time
I gallop through the finish line

My ego’s about to come crumbling down
She’s rocking a 7magnitude underground
She doesn’t tell me what is wrong
She gonna make me guess
She wants to watch me rot
Until there’s nothing left