Lyrics:

Pendulums swinging in the watch store all in discord
She tracks dirt in and leaves a mess wherever she stomps around
Crying over the spilt almond milk
And the sunlight makes the moss look like gold
Well, I've been throwing that javelin
I've been tripping over my feet
I got the clearest target, yeah
Who's been dragging that chariot?
Memories disappear through my fingers
Every payday is like Jesus now
I'm in the presence of greatness
Headphones in bed
Ambulance
All our kids are depressed
Quiet as a flex