Face rest up against me anyways
Said "thanks a lot"
If you help out to change out
The direction we're gonna come in now
Until you're forced to listen
And we don't get to disapprove
Obscenely lonely laughter
Easily reproduced
But it's on your friend John
if he's standing right there
Playing around, surfacing a toothbrush
Since passed off
Passed along to the manuscript
All of his oldest daughters
Not meant to be found
To be divorced
Had them all lost out to a box not moving
Until bodies come awake
Do you shake?
Can you hear anything I have to say?
At the inconvenient time when to do
Somehow reminds me when we're all not
Gonna get back to you
When all these little games
Just seem like little plans
When all these little games
Seem like plots against your name
Somehow