Atrophy

You drove by me in your warm new car
I was walkin' down the street
You looked so comfortable with your backs
Against your heat-controlled seats
I slipped on some frozen mud
And started slidin', started slidin'
And the records that the world was spinnin'
Started skippin', started skippin'

And it felt like the muscle
Had all turned to fat
So we got what we got
And we lack what we lack
And the things that we lose
We can never get back
So hold on to them tight
When they're under attack

The world, the world is so cold and frozen
The world, the world is so cold and frozen
The world, the world is so cold and frozen
The world, the world is so cold and frozen

Check-a, check-a checkin' out at the market
You came in all cold and soakin'
Made me think of all the time gone by
Since the two of us had spoken
My heart went dumb, my hands went numb
And my grocery bags went fallin'
To see you stalkin' down the aisle
While right beside you he was walkin'

And it felt like the muscle
Had all turned to fat
So we got what we got
And we lack what we lack
And the things that we lose
We can never get back
So hold on to them tight
When they're under attack

Since you've gone
I can't seem to manage to lift myself up
Or pick myself up
Since you've gone
I can't seem to manage to lift myself up
Or pick myself up
Since you've gone
I can't seem to manage to lift myself up
Or pick myself up
Since you've gone
I can't seem to manage to lift myself up
Or pick myself up

And it feels like the muscle
Has all turned to fat
So I guess
That we got what we got
And we lack what we lack
And the things that we lose
We can never get back