I'm seeing ghosts haunting this town. Waiting around. Weighted down. Strangers whose names I know somehow. Lost in the shift. We make small talk, exchange phone numbers on loose scraps of paper which I immediately lose. You can make up an excuse, or you can tell it like it is: "You're crazy and I can't stand your stare." I'm sorry I can't stand your stare. You, me, and "the Hill": an unholy trinity. A bad case of proximity. Walk the wall in the one wall town. You're breaking up or broken down. There is no middle ground: breaking up or broken down.
Lyrics submitted by Monkeywrench