The Obituaries Lyrics

we stumble and stare at the carnival lights that lit up new york city,
from the rooftop in brooklyn that was covered in bad graffiti.
and then i let a thousand splinters pierce right through my spoiled liver,
whatever that was left of it.

'cause i cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery.
maybe i'm not dying i'm just living in decaying cities,
but i'm still healthy, i'm still fine,
i'll be spending all my time readin' the obituaries.

but i will f*ck this up, i f*cking know it.
i will f*ck this up,
i f*cking know it.
i will f*ck this up,
i f*cking know it.
i will f*ck this up,
i f*cking know it.

'cause i am the shadow of the waxwing slain
i felt the false azure from windowpanes
i am just freaking out, yeah i'll be fine.

but i will f*ck this up,
i f*cking know it.
i will f*ck this up,
i f*cking know it.
i will f*ck this up,
i f*cking know it.
i will f*ck this up,
i f*cking know it.

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