[Verse 1]

It seems I'm only me in sleep

Where we meet in dream

At the concrete bottom of the brody garage bridge you just jumped from

Who would've ever thought art school could be so sickening

Wearing a werewolf mask, you tuck your shirt in

You said it's nice to look like you just stepped out of a movie

And sure, you look cinematic

Silhouette in the edge of a roof of a car parked

Under the orange sun set sky

With an empty sketch pad and a werewolf mask

We always meet too late after you done did it

Put cracks in concrete fifty feet from where I first saw you stand

A pack of little birds peck at your flesh and your monster mask

As I reach to touch your shoes to track the trail of where you've been

[Chorus]

The ram's crumpled horn, an empty turtle shell

Sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process

The ram's crumpled horn, an empty turtle shell

Sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process

The ram's crumpled horn, an empty turtle shell

Sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process

[Verse 2]

We seem to be sinking deeper into a vat of honey glaze

Shall we live

Or shall we laminate ourselves into a standard appetizing position

At school, next quarter, all the supply lists

Call for Reynold's Wrap and contact paper

Report covers and lacquer am I here to something something

Or start a dead butterfly collection

William Howard Taft is appalled that as an artist

I wouldn't want to overindulge in a set of

Highly toxic and rare natural pigments

Or beautiful paper to waste the rainforests with

But friends, we no longer rave for glitzy masters

Who paint gold leaf holy babies at the backs of cathedrals

And that's a fact

Jack