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