South

[Verse 1]

Tom and I out on the hillside

Waving at planes and pulling our wrists

No girl of mine is gonna see me cry

She'd be better off seeing me dead

[Verse 2]

Tom and I cover our eyes and decide

To make our way out on the next passing bird

I found my solace in a plateau of nothingness

Floating like grass, indecisive

[Bridge]

My body is a passing leaf

Dead as it hits the ground

Useless to nature's need

Quite a sight not to see

[Verse 3]

Tom and I out on the hillside

We're both so insane and pushing our luck

You take New York and I will marry Lee

Let's see who comes back worse