Eyes fixed on art out my Spirit Air window
Talk about feeling like nothing at all
I did this to me, decided to leave
With my ultracrepidarian tongue

You swing and sway like an evergreen
Flaunting your leaves through the Winter
I'm forcing myself to be good to me
Good to you, good for you, too
That your garden got sufficient sun

And it's hard to feel like all of this was worth it in the end
I made friends, I made mistakes
I made you perfect in my head
Is this chronic pain or episodic sadness
To wither and wither some more?
I'm a fresh cigarette, but you just kickеd the habit
So I'm praying for you to get bored

Onе more time for the people in the back
I want everyone to hear this
A screeching standstill
I calculated everything but I did not remember
That time does not heal
Everything is different, I thought I wasn't into this
And one more time for the people in the back
I need everyone to sing this with me

Cut the legs off your cockroach friend
You can't bear the thought he crawls away