Choke back the device
That tears out at your friends at night
Ten drinks should suffice
To keep you on the rocks
Choke back the machine
That cuts the feet off of your lover
Then sit by the fire alone
That’s how it comes to be
When happiness is tired
One hundred thousand times
I’ve taken up my light
In the middle of the day
Thinking it was midnight
Eat back those teeth
That you smell rotting in your heart
Skin back the beliefs
That make us all grow tired of you
‘Cause every day the curtain falls out farther from the stage
And every night the sky is shaken looser from its cage
But all the same, the shame is shattered blindly into rage
Right on the spot
One hundred thousand times
I’ve taken up my light
In the middle of the day
And I thought it was midnight
