We're just whistling past the graveyardnLaughing in backseats and restaurantsnDon't know ourselves well but so whatnWe know each othernFloating down from all my mixed up meditationsnTrying to straighten out my spinenIt's been folding in the moments that I need itnI'm obsessing over finish linesnAsked you why you're smiling every time you see menSaid I remind you of a jokenI think you might actually me on to something nThere's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously nWe're swaying in subconscious subways so insanenBut your thoughts still bring flowers for my brainnAnd I still pull my hands past your ribcage nHoping my movements might find their place at your sidenFor as long as you'd likenAnd we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed nSwirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progressnGlowing in radiant madnessnCertain of all we're becomenNow we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American mindsnGonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behindnDone with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubtnGonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout x2