Slow motion, see me let go
(Slow Motion – Third Eye Blind)


My sister’s eating paint chips again
Maybe that’s why she’s insane
I shut the door to her moaning
And I shoot smack in my veins
Wouldn’t you
See my neighbor’s beating his wife
Because he hates his life
There’s an arc to his fist as he swings
Oh man, what a beautiful thing
And death slides close to me
Won’t grow old to be
A junkie wino creep