The siren won't ring unless I'm half-asleep It comes back in the morning The smoking gun still lingers Even as I lie it down to breathe A quick trip to the bathroom sink How am I supposed to be satisfied When all I do is pick the random sign? But it's the one that seems right, it's a losing fight Right now, my sister's working harder I ever did Using the same clock and the same skin The emblem reminds us all to win And maybe she'll have twins And if I should be the godmother, I'll become stationed
If we're the only ones to make it And if we're the only ones who care Bury my dull love, my own harsh wounds swingin' on the wicker chair
