Teenage Phlebotomy

Hey man, it's okay
Put the knife away
I've no desire to become Bartholomew the Saint
We can cut a deal
My car you can steal
Make sure to leave some fingerprints right on the steering wheel

Successful advance
Stationary stance
I'd like to think the human race is more than a group of helpless ants
But every single time
This notion comes to mind
I remember just how effortlessly we fall right into line

And no I'm not a farmer, but if I were
I'd probably grin at all the pigs who snort and squeal
Squeal like the unoiled hinges of an office door
I'm afraid this is getting too real

Sprinting in the sun
Mildew machine gun
Who would've thought these leeches would make it so hard to run
Splitting clean and loud
Satisfying sound
Now my suit is bloodstained
And I'm writhing on the ground

Eating candy corn is sadder when it's for breakfast and in February
You're hovered over, asking if I can hear you
Well, I can, but frozen are these lungs inside of my chest
Gravel's difficult to mutter through