Текст песни Drinking Song - The Little Hands of Asphalt

"We're a wave and this is a crescent".
That's how you describe the present.
Of course I want to feel fluorescent.
Live only for tonight.
His obsession with being alone,
Only he knows where it came from.
Though I only wanted to go home,
You pinned me down, I let them loose.
But we're more than the drinks we choose.
We are bordering on too obsessive, oh,
Looking for truth in the smallest decimals.
Like the pesky weather. Or that things will get better.
You've read all my letters.
And you always check them twice.
Well, so do I.

Between the pompous and the boring I dwell.
While you keep exploring the center of the universe.
I'll catch the last bus to the suburbs.
Are we more than the lives we choose?
Are we something bigger and better?
I think I'll spring for the latter.
You choose the former, and you'll get what you ordered.
5% less water for the kid in the corner.
There, I said it. Seconds to minutes, and I'll wait it out.
I'll wait it out. I'll wait it out.
I'll wait.