Lyrics

It was a good enough afternoon
But we got so doomed
We couldn’t figure out what to do
We got broken like a matchstick
Burned like a heretic
And trampled like a superbloom

You presently saw the moon
And all of its excuses
You got so high you got the fear
And toasted yet again to another year
It wasn't fair it wasn't
But was it all so very cruel
To be so cool

In the ears of the shadows
In the trusted opinions
Little pieces of one big soul
We got burned like a matchstick
Broken like a heretic
And scattered like Larchmont rats

You presently saw the moon
And all of its excuses
You got so high you got the fear
And toasted yet again to another year
It wasn't fair, it wasn't
But was it all so very cruel
To be so cool
To be so cool

I want a proof of life
A proof of plastic
Plastic bones that felt elastic
And plastic bones they break
Just like any other
Brittle things, we’ll put them back together

I want a proof of life
A proof of plastic
Plastic dreams that felt elastic
Plastic dreams they wake
Just like all the others
Little things that pull us close together
Little things that pull us close together

I want a proof of life
A proof of plastic
Plastic dreams that felt elastic
Plastic dreams that felt elastic
Plastic dreams