[Verse 1]

Five lovely lessons learned today

Coating my throat with the dust of a new day

As the saints pray their lonely way

And their deadweight lays the passion to waste

[Verse 2]

Maybe if I sew my heart on my sleeve

They'll drop the bomb on me and I'll wake up

I can only fix so much in my sleep

I can only drink so much from this empty cup

[Bridge]

I know I must not think bad thoughts

I'm always beaten to the punch

I'm holding aces high and low

And in between I'm trying to break my fall

[Verse 3]

Give me a piece of what you've got

I'll make it new with much less thought

It's symbolic and full of trash

Lofty endearments whispered under your breath

[Verse 4]

Five lessons remembered from yesterday

Easing my mind and seizing each new day

Beyond and back I'm still the same

Kicked over some old trash but I still waste

I still waste, I still waste