(Still Fucking Up / / Stay Above It)

Hello, my throat died from all these years of screaming
And meaning all of its' decay
Well I built this one for the dreamers, and god bless, 'cause I’m the brick and
mortar that they’re measured against
It’s like my mind is crushed diamonds and my heart is narcotic
I fell asleep one autumn and I woke up in the Sun Belt
In the Charter oaken coffin I was promised
Said I’d be long gone and forgotten like a cold war dead relic
The last throat poet from the Constitution State
You can say goodbye to my good name
Pledge my allegiance away and lay me down to sleep
And if you’ve come to dig our graves at least don’t make the same mistakes that
we did
One day I just might get this
Deathwish, stuttering crisis and debris, to save our little scene
I gave you all my favorite words
Those 'shooting stars' were part of me
My sense of cardiology’s whats been keeping me alive
This whole time has been all daring and courage
All iron endurance
All pride swallowing affairs out on the town
Rocking Columbian neck ties with Glasgow smiles
While most of my good manners are stolen from better scribes
You can say goodbye to my good name
Pledge my allegiance away and lay me down to sleep
And if you’ve come to dig my grave at least don’t make the same mistakes that
we did
'Cause one day you’ll get it
We’re just local anesthetic anyway
That’s what they say
We’re just local anesthetic anyway
That’s just what they say
And you said, I’d be long dead and forgotten by now
The last throat poet from the Constitution State
You can say goodbye to our good names
Pledged our allegiance away and learned to live with our mistakes
And if you’ve come to dig our graves, that’s ok
We’re just local anesthetic anyway
I hope you feel better