Beach Life-In-Death

Last night I drove to Harper's Ferry and I thought about you

There were signs on the road that warned me of stop signs

The speed limit kept decreasing by ten

As we entered a town about halfway there

It was almost raining at the train station

We put our hoods on our heads at the train station

We threw rocks into the river

The river underneath the train tracks

And when the train came it was so big and powerful

When it came into the little station I wanted to put my arms around it

But the conductor looked at me funny

So, we had to say goodbye and leave

The monopoly board still in the backseat

Took that nightmare left turn to get out of town

Ran into the decreasing speed limits again

What should I do? (Eat breakfast)

What should I do? (Eat lunch)

What should I do? (Eat dinner)

What should I do? (Go to bed)

Where can I go? (Go to the store)

Where can I go? (Apply for jobs)

Where can I go? (Go to a friend's)

Where can I go? (Go to bed)

I wrote beach death when I thought you were taken

I wrote beach funeral when I knew you were taken

I wrote beach fags, well it wasn't about you

But it could've been, well no, it couldn't have

I spent a week in Ocean City

And came back to find you gone

I spent a week in Illinois

And came back to find you were still gone

I pretended I was drunk when I came out to my friends

I never came out to my friends

We were all on Skype

And I laughed and changed the subject

She said, "What's with this dog motif?"

I said, "Do you have something against dogs?"

This is nothing

Hold on

I am almost completely soulless

I am incapable of being human

I am incapable of being inhuman

I am living uncontrollably

It should be anti depression, as a friend of mine suggested

Because it's not the sadness that hurts you

It's the brains's reaction against it

It's not enough to love the unreal

I am inseparable from the impossible

I want gravity to stop for me

My soul yearns for a fugitive from the laws of nature

I want a cut scene

I want to cut from your face to my face

I want a cut, I want the next related video

I don't want to go insane

I don't want to have schizophrenia

You should watch over your grave

You should watch over your grave

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you

I woke up and I was trying to kill you

It's been a year since we first met

I don't know if we're boyfriends yet

Do you have any crimes like that we can use to pass the time?

I am running out of drugs to try and I

We said we hated humans

We wanted to be humans

We said we hated humans

We wanted to be humans

Get more groceries get eaten

Get more groceries get eaten

Get more groceries get eaten

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

A book of Aubrey Beardsley Art corrupted me and youth

And now I'm trapped inside my youth

And you're in love with late-stage youth

Thank God for the little things and, and

Fuck God that they're little things I am

Running out of prayers to sing and I

And pretty soon you'll find some nice young Satanist with braces

And one capital O, significant other

And you can take him home to your mother

And say, "Ma, this is my brother"

We said we hated humans

We wanted to be humans

We said we hated humans

We wanted to be humans

Groceries get eaten

Get more groceries get eaten

Get more groceries get eaten

By the one you love

When they put their lips around you

You can feel their smile from the inside

Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you

I woke up and I was trying to kill you

Your ears perked up

I perked up when your ears perked up

You were all looking around

And I hoped it was for me

I hoped you were using your sonar systems for me

The ancients saw it coming

You can see that they tried to warn them

In the tales that they told their children

But they fell out of their heads in the morning

They said, "Sex can be frightening"

But the children were not listening

And the children cut out everything

Except for the kissing and the singing-ing

When they finally found their homes

At Walt Disney Studios

And then everyone grew up

With their fundamental schemas fucked

But there are lots of fish left in the sea

There are lots of fish in business suits

That talk and walk on human feet

And visit doctors, have weak knees

Oh, please let me join your cult

I'll paint my face in your colors

You had a real nice face

I had an early death

The ocean washed over your grave

The ocean washed open your grave

The ocean washed over your grave

The ocean washed open your grave

The ocean washed over your grave (How's your face?)

(How's your body?) The ocean washed open your grave

The ocean washed over your grave

The ocean washed open your grave (We're too scared to do shit)

(Shit)