Lyrics:

the sirens woke me up again

i know they're coming for me someday just a matter of when

count to 25 and yawn

touch the clock and turn my back against the dawn

and hope for that one dream of hardware stores with checkered floors and buckets full with nails

we're floating effortless over the apartment to the boat

im rowing past the office windows

mother, mother may i cry

father will you teach me how to die the right way someday

i don't want a second chance to turn my stuttering reluctance into romance

with these documents and kindergarten anthems with my drunken liturgies

tune the fm in, to static and pretend that its the sea

but forward fumbles for the microphone

you should have known

you should have known