Lyrics:

We stumble and stare at the carnival lights, that lit up New York City
From a rooftop in Brooklyn, that was covered in bad graffiti
And then I let a thousand splinters pierce right through my spoiled liver
Whatever that was left of it

'Cause I curse my lonely memory with picture perfect imagery
Maybe I'm not dying, I'm just living in decaying cities
But I'm still healthy, I'm still fine, I've been spending all my time
Reading the obituaries

But I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
Well I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it

'Cause I am the shadow of the waxwing slain
I felt the false azure from windowpanes
I am just freaking out, yeah I'll be fine

But I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it