HEAT DEATH

Calm and patient, reaching for a nice life Sidereal romance Since you think you're such a fuckin' tough guy Why don't you take it from me then? Something gentle, orbit like a graveyard Heat death in the hand Honestly, if you really think you're that hard Come and take it from me Yeah, let's see you take it from me, man Cracked and perfect, dry lips of a first love Somewhere gone, stolen, scammed Said, "Come on, I dare you, Mr. Tough Guy" Take it from me Yeah, let's see you take it from me, man Call me weak, but all my great defeats Come from guys who rest their wrists On the back of empty seats and watch me eat They tell me shit they don't mean Call me weak, but all my great defeats Come from guys who rest their wrists On the back of empty seats when we first meet They tell me shit they don't mean When I got something I believe in They come to take it from me