President of what
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in
I took a little more of what i take for granted
And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn
And wheels would roll away
Something′s got to break you down
Entered the scene (I′m told) on I think it was Monday
You drove straight through and mined that quarry
For all it could bleed ′til dry
I took a little more ′til I got taken for granted
′Cause beautiful boys gave chase
And when they arch your backbone
It′s such a dreadful sight
I′ll react when faces find you
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
′Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full control
@ Death Cab For Cutie