Phantom Limb

Like I woke up too fast from a dream
In a rented room
That doesn't belong to me
And I think my arm's asleep
I don't know, feels like something's missing

And I, I drank all weekend
And I took all of the drugs
That we bought from your friend in the valley
I don't remember the sun coming up

And we sat in front of the TV
As the news report came in
Another fucking manifesto
I polished off the vodka, you dug for some Vicodin
Our phones lit up at the same time
You said the body count don't phase you
You're still terrified to die
Just not as much as you are used to

We've got ten years left with these bodies
And maybe twenty on this Earth
If we burn it all down
Will we feel something now?
If not, what's the point in anything?
What is all your heartache worth?

Then you left on a Sunday
And everything got weird at once
You smiled with no hint of goodbye in your eyes
And you made me feel important
It felt wrong to say I'm not okay
I lied and drank and talked my game
Sometimes I wonder if you felt the same

We've got ten years left with these bodies
And maybe twenty on this Earth
If we burn it all down
Will we feel something now?
If not, what's the point in anything?
What is all your heartache worth?

We've got ten years left with these bodies
And maybe twenty on this Earth
So we burn it all down
Just to feel something now
If not, what's the point in anything?
What is all your heartache worth?

They're gonna box up all your things
And put you in the attic
The basement flooded last spring
One day they'll die
Someone's gonna come throw you away