Night Still Comes

My brain makes drugs to keep me slow

A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh

But now, not even the masons know

What drug will keep night from coming

There are so many tools that are made for my hands

But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand

And there's always someone to say it's easy for me

But I revenge myself all over myself

There's nothing you can say to me

You never held it at the right angle

You never held it at the right angle

Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star

But wash your hands of it

Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star

Because you can't hold it

Did they poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl?

If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle?

I'm gonna go where my urge leads no more

Swallowed, waist-deep, in the gore of the forest

Arboreal feast, let it finish me, please

Cause I revenge myself all over myself

There's nothing you can do to me

You never held it at the right angle

You never held it at the right angle

Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star

But wash your hands of it

Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star

Because you can't own it

You never held it at the right angle

You never held it at the right angle

You never held it

You never held it

You never held it, oh...

You never held it

You never held it

You never held it, oh...

You never held it

You never held it

You never held it, oh...