Texty: Lawrence Arms (The). Apathy And Exhaustion. Your Gravest Words.

All these words trip over cracks in the sidewalks.
Uptown, one year. I'm distantly distressed.
I'm finally coming close to ghost.
I'm dancing on your gravest words.
I'm toasting all the coldest stares.
All the loneliest of eyes.

I am a satellite, never getting signals right.
You are a constellation.
I can barely make you out tonight.
The city lights are burning too bright.

I cut and paste these sections of maps into my days.
Sunspots. Almost feverish. Can you feel me shivering?
I'm finally breaking out of orbit.
I'm clinging to your finest words.
I'm draining all the angry glares.
All that's building up inside.

I am a satellite, never getting signals right.
You are a constellation.
I can barely make you out tonight.
The city lights are burning too bright.

And the dreamers walk slowly through the crowds
Nothing can stop us now.

I am a satellite, never getting signals right.
You are a constellation.
I can barely make you out tonight.
The city lights are burning too bright.