[Verse 1]

Wait, won't you stop running, I've been smoking all too much

Taste the blood pool in my mouth as I try to catch up

Fade, my head floats wildly as everything starts to rust

Take a breath and choke up on this wandering wanderlust

Woah!

The can collectors

Seem to know us better

When we're singing about those days

And I can't remember

Where I found your letters

But they're drifting as ashes away

Woah!

Grace, push every ounce of your air into my dead lungs

Tear, me from the hell to which I could never succumb

Wail with all your might on my bones to sober me up

Stare directly into that burning Ossington sun

Pull out my heart just for

The can collectors

Seem to know us better

When we're singing about those days

And I can't remember

Where I found your letters

But they're drifting as ashes away, away

The can collectors

Seem to know us better

When we're singing about those days

And I can't remember (can't remember)

Where I found your letters

But they're drifting as ashes away

Woah! Yeah!