Shipping Forecast

Fear chimes at night Through the copper pipes I toss the cover off Can't sleep and the dark is lost I’d never wish to graft that crew Just chew the candy in your inbox They say people are soft They pull the covers back And my phone is trapped In sticky sap I pull the covers back Can't sleep, it's lost Can't sleep, it's lost On me On me, not you On me On me, not you On me On me, not you On me On me, not you The shipping forecast Talks about the weather And the leather is weathered Procrastinate in feathers In the rain, you're vain You try to take control But you'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never On me On me, not you On me On me, not you On me On me, not you On me On me, not you The shipping forecast Talks about the weather And the leather is weathered Procrastinate in feathers In the rain, you're vain You try to take control But you'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never You'll never, ever, ever On me On me, not you On me On me, not you On me On me, not you On me On me, not you