Decay

Say I'm leaving
Yes, I mean it
I done did what I could do
I might flee and
Try out being
Someone you would never choose

Oh, soft peel
I'll sift
I'll run
Hold me still
I'll fight
I'll cry
I'll hum

A young man making his money
An '82 Chevy with a V8
Nothing makes sense and it's funny
Everybody here is gonna decay
The priests and the aliens fear you
Everyone knows where to go now
It seems I got a hole in my chest
I gotta learn how to clean things
And I gotta learn how to rest

Don't go
Tell me who's in charge here
Where's the boss?
I'm pleading
I ain't doing nothing until she and I start speaking
Whisper in my good ear
So I can't hear them leaving
Baby, all this touching feeling
Got me overthinking

And I don't care who did it
I just need an answer
Tonight I found my shit all 'cross the floor
Asking for ransom
Says I don't give a damn, son
You got a grudge
And you always will have one
Who made you angry but me and your actions

A young man making his money
An '82 Chevy with a V8
Nothing makes sense and it's funny
Everybody here is gonna decay
The priests and the aliens fear you
Everyone knows where to go now
I got a hole in my chest
I gotta learn how to clean things
And I gotta learn how to rest