Shaking Hands

Shut-in city
Pillars scared of the community
Grown up sleaze
They log online to find their freaks
But nonetheless
They’re mowing lawns
They’re makin’ beds
They’re getting hitched
They’re shaking hands

No contempt for the former life and rosy glow they all once had
But sold it back

And I walk around this seedy old town
And I ain’t got much to do
And I wonder and I wonder
If i’m ever going under
And I ain’t got much to lose

Public parks
And public freakouts after dark
At the grocery store

Nice night for
An empty threat slipped underneath your door
I’d kill to be your friend

And I walk around this shitty old town
And I ain’t got much to do
And I wonder and I wonder 
If I’m ever going under
And I ain’t got much to prove

I know, I know, I know know
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t 

And I walk around this sleepy old town
And I ain’t got much to do
And I wonder and I wonder
If I’m ever going under
And I ain’t got much to prove

Shadows from wall to wall
Inside your head
Another summer put to bed

Lay on your back
Insomniac
And pray
God bless this way of life
You say

I know, I know, I know now