[Verse 1]

Hands on the casket, hand full of soil

Hand a rose to the widow

She lays it tastefully angled down and to the right

The mahogany and the white contrast nicely, as well as the black tie attire

The air of this event, somebody was important

But a distant stare proves too strong to ignore it

Little window on the ground floor of the chapel and a face pressed up against it make fog breath

Highlights a fading heart

Raindrops on the hood of the El Dorado, her acrylics clickin' on the headlight

Her bubblegum poppin', her head slightly angled

Down and to the right

And her angel pendant danglin' like a lynched bird

Space for a last prayer, pained like a pinched nerve

Awaiting a last word, posture reading "Last straw"

Tempered stance of her partner is palpable even out of the frame

And without her naming his crime he must be prostrate like a last prayer awaiting a last word

Posture reading "Fuck"

Whiteboard, multicolored lines in dry erase

Roughly angled down and to the right

This is right before the leap through the open window

But in the moment it's all smiles and perfectly crowned teeth (Perfectly crowned teeth)

Someone looking secretary, no offense, but that's the air she gives off

With the pleated skirt and neatly tucked-in blouse (Neatly tucked-in blouse)

Holds a phone as if it were a scarier event

That these executives who read her work don't even know about (Don't even know about)

And frozen in this pantomime, a moment where it happened

Time would split off with a fix to make its mighty mountains cry (Mighty mountains cry)

But curled lip and terror eyes, a giveaway of what she hides

The backside of the picture dated 1929

[Pre-Chorus]

All of these photos tucked neatly in a box

And hidden in a sock drawer or underneath the bed

Memories are gobos making shadows on the locked present that has been fixed

So it's best to leave them dead

[Chorus]

Don't bother with it, live lobotomy

Split the bottle better

Drink to God and leave the past behind for the fire

Don't nobody want these polaroids

Don't bother with it, live the lighter side

Split the spliff together

Smoke to God and leave the past behind for the fire

Don't nobody want these polaroids

[Verse 2]

Hands in the air

Half eyes wide, half eyes smiling

And a couple others with they heads covered up, too afraid to look

The track slopes down and to the right

Rough guess, two seconds from the top of the drop

The exhilaration on the faces of the riders more than worth the price tag of the print-out

Which was also way too high

Time-stamped by mullet length and neon Billabong logo

And fitted cap with hologram sticker on the underside

That certainly won't last till the ride comes to a stop

Peace signs and wide grins in the foreground

And the background is a great powerful cascade of water falling from way out of frame

Down and to the right

It's way out of place to say, and way out of time, but ain't it strange that both these kids are dead?

Anyway, the deep green of the foliage so definitively wild

People used to drive to places like this just to escape

If you look close, you can see the early fiber optic cables stretching out into the jungle

The beginning of the end

A still life in motion, one of those night traffic shots

The long exposure makes the tail lights stretch ad infinitum

Down and to the right

Red tiger striping the city street so it reads "Raver"

This is before the riots

Ghostly in the out-of-focus, high rises are rising as they're won​t to do

Contorting just like trees looking for sun (Trees looking for sun)

Mostly to the left, you'll notice piling up like nothing new

The boxes for the shanties that these buildings would become (These buildings would become)

Toppled by the potholes, here they are before they sunk (Are before they sunk)

Like on hold for glottal stops approaching with the sun (Approaching with the sun)

They're choking on the words they never said

So soon the running from the end of life that no one really figured had begun

[Pre-Chorus]

All of these photos tucked neatly in a box

And hidden in a sock drawer or underneath the bed

Memories are demons trying to burn the edges of the present that has been fixed

So it's best to leave them dead

[Chorus]

Don't bother with it, live lobotomy

Split the bottle better

Drink to God and leave the past behind for the fire

Don't nobody want these polaroids

Don't bother with it, live the lighter side

Split the spliff together

Smoke to God and leave the past behind for the fire

Don't nobody want these polaroids