Plunge another knife where the knives don't go
If you don't know the difference, you should take it slow
Your hands will form an empty heart in a lover's pose
And what's a day off if the noise won't stop
Long enough to pause and let your mind catch up
Who are you reminded of when the needle drops?
Back in the old days
We could find some way
To release the pressure
Why not anymore
Descend into the comfort of a deep, dark hole
Until the bombs stop dropping and you feel the pull
Back up to the light above, leave the dark below
But if the air feels toxic then it probably is
And if it's always off how do catch your breath?
It might take some reaching out to find a way through this
Like back in the old days
When we could find some way
To release the pressure
But not anymore
Working all day now
Day in and night out
Think to myself, "How
Did I forget my name?"
How did I forget my name?