Life In One Chord

There's holes in our shoulders
More so than there were
The lead in the paint
Clapped it back in the net
Said what more could we want

And right now the wind blows
The drip drop
The tape drips
On my head, what?

And the pressure
Is building up
So much to tend to
That nothing's getting done

Oh so I think I'll build myself a home
Oh yeah I think I'll build myself a home
Where nothing really matters, I'm alone

Pushing and jamming
The thoughts that I'm stabbing
The lines I'm losing
Nothing so what more could we want?

Oh so I think I'll build myself a home
Oh yeah I think I'll build myself a home
Where nothing really matters, I'm alone
Where nothing really matters, I'm alone