Medusa - Damocles

It's always fucking something, isn't it?
It's crunch time, baby, now but then
After this, I'm golden
It's always fucking something, isn't it?
I'm sorry I missed Father's Day
I couldn't get my nothing straight

But, I
I don't really mind
Happens all the time
And how could you have seen the
Signs?
Busy, busy life
Sleepin' like I'm Damocles
A thousand little knives
Sleepin' like I'm Damocles
A thousand little knives

Next week, I have to
Go drive down to Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
Last week was Massachusetts
Then, it's Scranton
(Scranton)
When was the last time
That I felt excited?
(Excited)
More wrinkles on my forehead
Than from smilin'
(Smilin')
If looks could kill, then maybe I'd
Finally find out what I look like
I daydream less, the more that I'm
Coma-walkin' through my own life

I snip off pieces of my hair
The roots are light, the ends are dark
Two grand to fix my fucking car
And I can't find a place to park

The way my body was back then
When I felt hopeful it could change
Almost identical to now
I'm praying that I stay the same

I'll pick up your prescriptions, and
Mourn every man, woman, and child
I'll answer all my messages
And, I will do it with a
Smile

Smile!
Pretty little lives
Said I didn't mind
But, Jesus Christ
I always lie
Never close my eyes
Sleepin' like I'm Damocles
A thousand little knives
I got down in that hole you dug
The night before, the morning of
The day we put your mother
In the ground

I got down in your mother's grave to
Make sure it was long enough
'Cause who would have
If she wasn't around?

I hope I crash my f*cking car
I hope my brakes give out on the highway
I hope I'm buried in your heart
I hope you dream of me when you're sideways
I hope your dinner comes back up
I hope your truck gets four flat tires
Anything I can do for you
You know I'd do it with a