Texty: Reuben. Racecar Is Racecar Backwards. Dusk.

An eventful year that it was
And if i'm still here it's because
The stars have gone out
From behind your eyes
This pain is real
This wound is life size
And i can't believe it
You need to pull through
And i hope you make it
I'm waiting for you

So you are beginning to choke
Well how can you not see the joke
The sound of your voice
Still rings in my ears
It's tired and angry
And quiet all these years

This situation
It tears us apart
And we joke about it
We make jokes of ourselves

But we know
But, but we know
But, but we know