In the morning they'll find us hangingnFrom the telephone wires that cut open the night.nWe sing empty songs about nothingnIn the electronic night as we wait for our lives.nnBe still your pointing fingers as we clasp our bloody hands.n'But does it even matter if it never stains the sand?'nIf acquiescence kills then the thrill has lost its fun.nWe laugh at all the same jokes but I've got a better one.nThe cold wind blows on my skin as I watch the lights go outnIn a string down the street in the stores of the town.nLouder than our inconsistencies. I'll never speak of you againnAnd I can't even think of me.nnI carve space in silences and I will be just fine. nSitting I watch my friends standnAnd toe the party line.nLies cut up in our cutthroat linesnThat quiver as we choke.nTake comfort in the fact that in a night's timenThey'll be smoke.nnThey string us up so they can let us fall.nThey string us up so they can watch us fall, nAnd die laughing.nnAnd I can forget everythingnFrom just three years ago.nWith my head in my handsnIn the back of this waiting room...nn...Except for you.nAnd I findnYour eyesnKeep mine.nnAnd all we've left to hold are thesenPaperback philosophies.nThe object is the essence of the crime.nFamily, God, eternal lovenWhatever we've been running from.nThe beginning's forcednThe resolution feels contrived.nnnI carve space in silences and I will be just fine. nSitting I watch my friends standnAnd toe the party line.nLies cut up in our cutthroat linesnThat quiver as we choke.nTake comfort in the fact that in a night's timenThey'll be smoke.