Watch the scenery go. Yeah, you know. This train goes in circles, this train is a tomb. You're the only one here who gets to go home. And anyone who loves you would already know. Watch the scenery go, watch it all on your phone. Shaking signs off because you think you already know. You tried hard to not try at all. In the country of coincidence, the customer is king, in spite of everything. Oh, the winter's been cold since you left me alone. Making shapes in the snow, turning to stone. Floating out the front door, turning into the smoke that's forever overhead. Forever overhead: a balloon around your neck. See the teenagers grow, outrunning their bones. Turning sheets into ropes, sneaking out of their homes. Speaking in code, like they know something you don't. They can probably see right through your face to the bone. Enough to know. Everybody explode everything that we know: everywhere we're aware, everything that we hold. Make it up as you go; pouring paint down the hole. You should already feel it. You should already know -- yeah, I guess you already know.