Crude Oil

Everyone is fast asleep
All except for you and me
Stuck with your big secret to keep
Now please repeat after me

I should not have to try so hard
(I shouldn't have to try so hard)
I shouldn't even have to care
(I should not even have to care)
I'm getting nowhere, you're already there
(I'm getting nowhere, I'm already there)
While it might hurt now, I know it's fair

In a big of part of the old place
Half-digested by the stale air
It's your old days, your golden days

You signed your waiver for background character status
And mourned your savior, their not gonna make it
You can thank your god, you finally made it
She doesn't like to lose
And I don't like to choose

But it's not gonna be that way forever
Faking the feeling, braving the weather
But I don't see it getting any better
So cease and desist, at least you get to reminisce

Anything else not to think
You've struck gold
Well we've struck oil
Atleast we've got something to drink

Just look now who's gone all soft
Where did you go when you got lost
Now why would you keep your door locked
There's barely room for just us two

Now I wait here to be sentenced
What about my good intentions?
I'm a filled well, better days
To put away into your pension

As I forget to mention
As it starts to rain
Now you're climbing up the weather vane
And the light is flowing in your veins

All I can do is
Smile and wave, as I say
As I say "better days await"

So you boarded up the window frame
Waiting for a storm that never came
I still drip from the rain in my hair
Watch out for the plans as you rise up there

Imagine leaving
But give me one more day
Imagine going
Away

And so the uproar couldn't stop rising
To rouse our dollared ears
By the time his family came
The outlaw was in tears
The silence dawned on all us there
At last, when he finally spoke
The floor was wet
And I forget what's causing all the smoke

I noticed that the dust cloud
Was a newborn locust swarm
I knew that we'd all die here
Within the insect storm
The mist would not stop thickening
Until it filled like thorns
And you arrived, with glowing eyes
And that the skies were torn

Imagine leaving
Now please give me one more day
I don't want to go
Away

So much for sailing up to the sky
So much gold in the bright blue eye
So much for lead in the oily pie
No suprising reason why

I've been a little to sentimental for a little too long
I've been a little to sentimental for a little too long
I think I'm fundamentally getting it wrong
I don't have to live forever, I don't have to sing songs

I think I'm fundamentally getting it wrong
I've been a little to sentimental for a little too long
Go

It's too late for me
Too late nevermind
All my trials lord
Soon be over

All my trials lord (all my trials lord)
Soon be over (soon be over)