The Obituaries

We stumbled and stared 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 cursed 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 **** this up, I ****ing know it

I will **** this up, I ****ing know it

I will **** this up, I ****ing know it

I will **** this up, I ****ing know it

Cause I am the shadow of the waxwing, slain

I felt the false azure from window panes

I am just freaking out, yeah I'll be fine

But I will **** this up, I ****ing know it

I will **** this up, I ****ing know it

I will **** this up, I ****ing know it

I will **** this up, I ****ing know it