four years of wading waternonly to get this farnni'm tired of empathizingnsince the ghosts are behind menand wont balancennturning coughing laughing twitchingnthere's not much left ot saynatleast not for todaynnand here, here is your best friendnand this is tonightnnlets go feed our deadnnbillboards blur togethernjust as our good times donndropping secondsnlosing hoursndried up flowersnlets go feed the deadnor just talk to their headsnnand here, here is your best friendnand this is the nightnnlets go feed our deadnpay our respectsni dont like their friendnntake this nightnand lets go feed our deadnpay our respectsnand i dont like their friendnn