Godspeed

Bend my arm as far as it goes And don't let me settle down I'll be all yours when I get home (I don't wanna know) (I don't wanna hear it) And send my love overboard I don't wanna hear it now Know I lost somehow But I'm still sore I'm sick of wanting to know about the things you've heard me say Oh, how does it never get old? How does it never get old? I'm sick of dreaming of golden hours just to keep the chase How does it never get old? How does it never get old? So I'll ruin my life for a little serotonin Splitting body from mind Just to get myself alone And I'll stop feeling by five And repeat it in the morning, I guess Just say less I hallucinate time Get worked up and lose the motive So I'll go for a ride off the back of someone's motorcycle Loosen the tie and let go just for a moment instead I could probably stare at the sun 'Til my eyes burned out if I wanted to And I could probably wear this to dust If I tried hard enough for a month or two I don't know how to talk if it's not to a wall But I'll try if it's up to me Instead of you But, oh, what else can I do? I'm sick of wanting to know about the things you've heard me say How does it never get old? How does it never get old? I'm sick of dreaming of golden hours just to keep the chase How does it never get old? How does it never get old? Barely breathing Going over and out I'm still here, bleeding And sinking into the couch You know why I'm here But I can't wait to get out I know why you're here We just keep running our mouths I get so caught up (caught up) In everything that we're doing It's all luck (it's all luck) Commodify all my movements Replace us (replace us) And now everyone's leaving But wait, stop I can't imagine I'd push it this hard If I wasn't at least just a little bit justified in it by now 'Cause I'd probably just look at myself for a while Then replace the image or bury my head in the ground And I know it can't always be up to me But God, could you let me be? I'll go it alone I'll go it alone And I'll start to count to three I'll let it wash over me And sink to my core, oh 'Cause you never had to make this mess again It's just a way for you to say That nothing matters in your head And you never had to draw the line this time So hard for you to find your grip When just your teeth hold back my lies Ah, ah Just a second more I don't wanna know How to let it go I can let it blow over myself I know exactly who you are Cut the sycamore Keep me on the floor Now my body's sore Tape it to the door to your hell I know exactly who you are