Hands clasped as we wait alone
We wait alone
We scan the path for some final sign
One final time
I write my signature, so hesitant
With a shaking pen
I co-sign on the market
You floated me the loan
I should've planned a flower
You never move alone

Clotheslines a final time
Make sure the gas is on
Dim lights, lock tight
The windows and the door
Foreclose our dreams
Slip into something comfortable
Modest, affordable
Let's torch it for insurancе
Burn good things
Dead and gone
Let's hidе and wait for sirens
And fret about the lawn