what you see beneath us
supporting all our doubt and despair
are bankers boxes full of paper
defaced with coordinates on how
we were supposed to steer this ship
supporting all our doubt and despair
are bankers boxes full of paper
defaced with coordinates on how
we were supposed to steer this ship
now the return is delayed on our uncharted trip
we may as well be carried on this tricky wind and
count all the ways we can fuck up the simplest things
we may as well be carried on this tricky wind and
count all the ways we can fuck up the simplest things
but still …
i need to put my feet up
before i stick them someplace they don't belong)
before i stick them someplace they don't belong)

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