Cotton Crush

And the bricks get laid And they get torn up And laid again But the bricks always get torn up again And your friends won't wait So don't believe that shit When they say they'll wait 'Cause trust me your friends will not wait for you And then you'll be stoned in some park Just nodding your head and pinching your arms When a girl walks along She's humming your song With your t-shirt on And that's when you're done Oh, that's when you're done (That's when you're done, that's when you're done) (That's when you're done, that's when you're done) There's a cotton crush It's in the southern states But back up here, man, we've got so much thread and space To waste, waste, waste And there's a microphone Picking every word up And it shuts itself off When it's sure that it's heard enough, oh Heard enough, oh Heard enough Because the quiet can scrape All the calm from your bones But maybe it should Maybe we need to be hollow To get up and grow And stop fuckin' around To kick off our braces And start straightening out Yeah, let's sift through the static For a simpler sound Let's sift through the static For a simpler sound Yeah, a simpler sound A simpler sound A simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now