Hopelessness starts it chic in your late 20s,
What you thought was cool is all relative-ly gone,
Spinning out into a retaining wall,
The only escape is a certain fall,
Arms outstretched from the bottom up
And there's no one at the top, top, top, top.
So what's the word hummingbird?
Everything I used to know doesn't make any sense.
And I've been gone too long and I can't understand,
living in the present tense.
Prop your skull up against untamed fists,
You didn't realize how deep scars could exist,
Falling down into a well of despair,
Its easy to drink when you don't care,
Clock arms choke the life out of you
When you can't see them turn, turn, turn, turn.