When you're a flightless bird with wings

Sometimes the humor of a bitter god just loses all its novelty

So now you get too drunk to sleep

You spend the night driving with one eye closed

To keep the lines from doubling

Replaying the gory scene incessantly

Forgot the safe word was imaginary

Forgot about my poor selective memory

Feeling like a fat kid at the beach who's still weighing

The pros and cons of weak bulimic teeth

Means that never reach an end

That's what you get for living in your head

You breathe 3 a.m. breath

And tell yourself that this is for the best

You tell yourself that this is for the best

You tell yourself that this is for the best

You tell yourself that this is for the best

You tell yourself that this is for the best

You tell yourself that this is for the best

You tell yourself that this is for the best

You tell yourself that this is for the best

You tell yourself that this is for the best