they beam things into your head

the ghosts of your pleasure in contempt

when we were liars things were seemless

when we were wired the world was like a secret

I close my eyes now and I scream

I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming

I saw your face before it changed

the gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way





so low for how high

well it's too late

tonight

and i'm sure

you're right

so low for how high



and after this there's just the circus

and every morning your carnie heart stops working

it gets tight in there sometimes

looking for those defects

talking like it's a reflex

I close my mouth now and I scream

I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming

I saw your face before in rough

you should wait around awhile cause your body is bound to turn up





so low for how high

well it's too late

tonight

and i'm sure

you're right

so low for how high

so low

for how high