The Trout Memo Video (MV)

If they're splitting hairs, well count me in
I don't like the odds, I need the risk
When honest smiles couldn't save my skin
I talked with fears much worse than this

My subtle plans will go unnoticed
My matchstick hands can't put me off
A brand new body with a written name
Still share the same mistakes
So now I dream of a ghost and a gun
When I go to sleep too drunk
And shed off the damage in monotone
That I did to myself
I'm invisible

My dying friends can't drag me in
I don't like the thought, I need the risk
Off an uphill battle in a serpent's grip
You f*cking snake
Keep your skin

I'm in the parking lot
She's in the back of my car
And our conscious gone
Look what we've done