I Hate Us

Somewhere you’re lost Across tumultuous seas Can’t hear you over crashing waves Ten thousand voices call ten thousand names Take hold of my hand I will raise you up I will put you upon my shoulders On my toes until I drown On the sweat of a thousand strangers… Climb aboard like I’m some kind of life raft The storm breaks and the house lights up A hundred screens on a hundred cell phones The levees breach and we all fall out Take hold of my hand I will raise you up I will put you upon my shoulders On my toes until I drown On the sweat of a thousand strangers

I can't tell you what I wanted I can't tell you what I'll say I am stubborn and undaunted As I fuck up along the way I have waited here for so long I've forgotten why I stayed I have spun my wheels for so long My regrets on full display I've weighed all the different options I've weighed all the pros and cons I've done all the math on this one And it equals done and gone

Draw myself a map / crayon brown, crayon blue These dots just won’t connect to help me navigate to you This ain’t nowhere / it’s all right with me This ain’t nowhere / it’s my geography I’m staring out a window / in a car, on a train I’m fast awake & wide asleep & waiting in the rain It wasn’t in the mountains / it wasn’t in the sea There’s nothing on this map that’s gonna point the way for me I threw away my compass / i bought a little time Another thousand miles before I stop right on a dime Let’s draw another border / let’s cross another line I got a destination and a dead end deep inside I threw away my compass / I bought a little time (It’s all right with me) I’ve got a thousand miles to find a better place to hide (it's all right w/ me) Let’s kick this fucking can a little further down the line (It’s all right w/ me) I got a destination and a dead end deep inside

I think I’m dead, I think I’m dead To be honest i would rather breathe instead I suspect that I have died / I smell formaldehyde Oh Lord in heaven / I think I’m dead I look around me, what do I see? Six boards of pine, satin lined, and atrophy Oh please forget me, try not to laugh I hope that is my marble epitaph I think I’m dead, I think I’m dead I am resting underground in my dirt bed My hands they are so cold / I have stopped growing old Oh my sweet Jesus, I think I’m dead Goodbye, goodbye!