Vena Cava - 50 Foot Wave

Pill popping, you drink everything

You keep a goldfish in your sink

So this happens

No it doesn’t

Yeah this happens

Well, it shouldn’t

The smell of fry is in the air

And burning sugar in your hair

So this happens

No it doesn’t

Yeah this happens

Well, it shouldn’t

Race you to a heart attack

Rip off your vice, make it mine

Wait for it, you wait for it

But you don’t like it, you don’t like it

So you won’t get out of bed

I can go it alone today

It doesn’t bug me

No it doesn’t

It doesn’t bug me

Well it shouldn’t

Race you to a heart attack

Rip off your vice, make it mine

Wait for it, you wait for it

But you don’t like it, you don’t like it

Vena cava

We come

Drained and whining

Vena cava

We come

Gray and hopeful