Pattern After Us - Nothing

Say what I want and then we close the place

It’s always hard to say what you really mean

Sometimes I miss the smell of that old neighborhood

And the tasteless places that remain

The window’s rattle a falsetto

The creeps in bed to the taste of meds

I can’t stay here

And waste, away dear

Somebody said dad had won the lottery

Was always something I could never trace

Sometimes I wonder how much you ended up with

And if you spent the whole thing in one place

The window’s rattle a falsetto

The creeps in bed to the taste of meds

Suburban homeland sent the winter

The broken glass in the blades of grass

I can’t stay here

And waste, away dear

The window’s rattle a falsetto

The creeps in bed to the taste of meds

Suburban homeland sent the winter

The broken glass in the blades of grass

The broken glass in the blades of grass

The broken glass in the blades of grass