Cotton Crush

And the bricks get laid
And they get torn up
And laid again
But the bricks always get torn up again

And your friends won't wait
So don't believe that shit
When they say they'll wait
'Cause trust me your friends will not wait for you

And then you'll be stoned in some park
Just nodding your head and pinching your arms
When a girl walks along
She's humming your song
With your t-shirt on
And that's when you're done
Oh, that's when you're done

(That's when you're done, that's when you're done)
(That's when you're done, that's when you're done)

There's a cotton crush
It's in the southern states
But back up here, man, we've got so much thread and space
To waste, waste, waste

And there's a microphone
Picking every word up
And it shuts itself off
When it's sure that it's heard enough, oh
Heard enough, oh
Heard enough

Because the quiet can scrape
All the calm from your bones
But maybe it should
Maybe we need to be hollow
To get up and grow
And stop fuckin' around
To kick off our braces
And start straightening out

Yeah, let's sift through the static
For a simpler sound
Let's sift through the static
For a simpler sound
Yeah, a simpler sound
A simpler sound
A simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now