The Word Lisa - The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die

Our pockets turned out, our change on the ground

Whatever we had is lost in the house

The carpets are dusty

Our bones are brittle from eating garbage and sitting down

Freaking out again at the supermarket

Putting out of order signs on things that work

Break a piece off that lobby fountain

Our points have been chiseled down

If we could all be happy

At once, there'd be such competition

Jamming paperclips right into an outlet

Walk out with hundreds of dollars in junk to buy some chips and lay in bed

Whose side am I on?

Second dollar, second cent

We've got life here

What we call life has to be worked out

Left in dust to carry ourselves out

When we get home, we won’t be empty

We found a purpose in each other

Break the mirror, we get younger

Life will always be weird