Nominative Was The Case They Gave Me Songtext

climate control, i want to feel warm again. climate control, pain down on me, the misery i love to heed. chemical imbalance children are convictions using training wheels to hold us up below sea level. we're just chemical reactions. oregon hill is a map of old friends and acquaintances that i use to guide my way. puppy dogs tag team tall tales to each other marching on into the distance singing that song we know so well. hand in hand, cheeck to cheeck. you can hear them screaming, L U I E make them believe me we are the townies. what if all the fireflies were poisonous? wed take cover every summer just to retreat into our homes. just think about...think about... i forgot. what was it like to go outside in the summertime? this town is a retirement home. to say that we're safe is an overstatement of the way things seem. pull back the skin, where i love to dig. remove themarrow, the bones become hollow. pull back the skin, remove the marrow and ill wipe this liposuction from my hands. there will always be a celibration to drink that we create ourselves. this hole is a hive, laced with honey, still stings on the inside.