You stood above our ruined mass an tally every wound in word hindsight the wreckage wasn't badnCollecting all the pieces I should of thought to grab a few before I took my leave and disappearednnOh no, I'm not a doctor and I can't mend your broken heart but I can tell you all the tings you left behindnOh no I think you lost the point I didn't say to throw the fight just wait until your days get dark at nightnnThe space between the hills and highways stretches farther every daynCause time will take its time Its god damn timennStates geography will mirror my complacency alive and I remember every wordnNo I can't fall asleep I'm being bitten by the bugs that line my bed who whisper jealous thoughts inside my jealous headnnSixteen cigarettesnIn sixteen minutesnMy breathing can't hold onnWe lost sixteen weeks at seanIn one false movenIt's time we better learn thatnSixteen cigarettes (I can't breathe)nSixteen minutesnI lived inside our mind and (I can't steer the ship back home)nSixteen weeks at sea (I can't breathe)nLost in one false movenWe finally reach the heart tonight (I can't steer the ship back home)