Got the go, now we're locking the door

A girly room, girly song, girly nylon

Missed a note, but we’ve been there before

A finger snaps right against the bone

Don't you think they're a little too cool?

It’s all the same kinda lame ambition

Sure, I'll make it to the practice at your place after school

To find a fissure where your house once stood

The sky's careening down

Into the red waterfront

You can do better, force a frown

And watch the flood, flood, flood

Your hands still scratch the ground

But all of us have it hard

You smilе politely as you're sinking into

Mud, mud, mud

Phosphor burned a silеnt mayday

My hand slipped with a dirty splash

My throat was overfilled with waste and

Pure noise spilled from the gash

It's not on me to save a stray train

From its impending crash

Ah, sorry, friend, what were you saying?

What were you saying?

Rerecord? No, I'm getting too bored

The weekend chokes on a filthy shadow

And the door is gaping open but I'm losing my hold

The air is damp with the stench of mould

A cute pic for some iffy affairs

You say I've always been slow on the uptake

I can’t find you anywhere but then I lift up my head

You’re looking down from atop the stairs

The autumn sun descends

Under the dry riverbed

It feels as if my tired legs

Are filled with lead, lead, lead

A wry expression melts

Into a message unread

You smiled and bit into your tongue until it

Bled, bled, bled

Phosphor burned a silent mayday

My hand slipped with a dirty splash

My throat was overfilled with waste and

Pure noise spilled from the gash

It's not on me to save a stray train

From its impending crash

Ah, sorry, friend, what were you saying?

What were you saying?

In my head you sang the same way

In bare cement and burning grass

Now shame and anger overtake me

Atop the overpass

Your voice was clear, albeit shaky

But even so, I asked

"I’m sorry, friend, what were you saying?"

"What were you saying?"

Looking down

I saw the red waterfront

I plugged my ears, I forced a frown

And watched the flood, flood, flood

Your hands still scratched the ground

But all of us had it hard

You smiled politely as you sank into the

Mud, mud, mud, mud, MUD