I know where I'm gonna be when that final silence comes to me I'll be right here *** everything happens all over again we spend long years sorting out quick from dead and we learn keep short hours pass from turn to turn then take our place to mourn and be mourned you've been reading message board historians again so what if I have I always know cause you start talking shit about the end that's maybe so but you and I both know that none of this can last but I'd like to think if I get the chance I'd stick around for what comes next if we make it through we're gonna need you if it all happens all over and over I won't do it without you *** when I come in on my down days I open up the door and spend five minutes watching the sunlight waiting for the shadow of the end to cross my floor I stack glasses and I wash tabletops and I listen to the songs I wanna hear when that bomb drops it's a flash of light and then nothing or an earthquake and then horrible pain hostile alien gods or a new plague or just a pretty big rock at the right time and place or the internet goes down and down is where it stays and we lose it, one by one I see it happen in a million ways more often though its heart attack and vine at nine am and I'm thinking on days spent sleeping stoned as my regulars come in tom the most begotten son sings gunpowder burlseque and I feel the spark of that organ hit the shockwave mutters through my chest maybe everything up and over flows with pouring biblical rain or maybe yellowstone finally blows and things everywhere just slowly go gray when I come in on my down days I see it happen in a million ways *** everything in this house is held up with thumbtacks a monument to impermanence and a half-laid plan to get somewhere far from where we're heading but I don't like to think about it like that as we sleep the house gets colder till I wake restless with winter at my core and your tousled head at my shoulder I turn and put my back against your warmth and I get better a little every day it's hard to see the change when you're a whole lap off the pace but I get further a little every day and I keep waking up next to you knowing something's gonna break *** hey what's up it's been a long time with no talk and I've got a couple things to say, like I know it's not nearly fair, the ways that we've made each other pay or the way, I wake up every day in control of my body and most of my brain and most of the days I feel okay it isn't fair, the things you gotta let them do to you it isn't anything but tragic, the things you gotta take call it selfish, we want to take you alive if not happy, then whole for now I wanna see you see 25 I've been smoking every day to keep a foggy lid on the edge of my brain because when I don't the things I say get people scared and they drift away, do you need help? Well I don't know, dude. I thought getting fucked up in your twenties was just like something you were supposed to do. I don't talk like I used to, I don't speak to the people I used to, I still get high the way we used to, but I don't do a goddamn thing anyone tells me to. Something bad is coming, but good things follow close behind, my friend assures me. If you don't get yours, we can share mine. *** Giant Eagle Jackie, how did things get this bad standing across the counter counting coins into your paper thin skin hand Eighty and standing eight hours a day is no way to spend your life, I wish I could feed you free five dollar lattes till the light fades at the end of time Giant Eagle Jackie, you make me so afraid stealing my cloth, wiping tabletops cause you need a job, something that pays when that final trumpet blows on the last boat off the planet you and me and our poverty will be here picking through the ashes while the escapees play Call of Duty eight tumbling through endless space hold it up like history and teach their children earth was a dangerous place but not that they made it that way Giant Eagle Jackie, how did things get this bad? you just hold your head up we'll do the best we can *** I can see from my window traffic frozen on 376 across the Monongahela, and it's been that way for days. Nobody's moving anymore. Pittsburgh is as quiet as the rest of the world. I know where I'm gonna be when that final silence comes to me. I'll be right here.

I know where I'm gonna be when that final silence comes to me I'll be right here

everything happens all over again we spend long years sorting out quick from dead and we learn keep short hours pass from turn to turn then take our place to mourn and be mourned you've been reading message board historians again so what if I have I always know cause you start talking shit about the end that's maybe so but you and I both know that none of this can last but I'd like to think if I get the chance I'd stick around for what comes next if we make it through we're gonna need you if it all happens all over and over I won't do it without you

when I come in on my down days I open up the door and spend five minutes watching the sunlight waiting for the shadow of the end to cross my floor I stack glasses and I wash tabletops and I listen to the songs I wanna hear when that bomb drops it's a flash of light and then nothing or an earthquake and then horrible pain hostile alien gods or a new plague or just a pretty big rock at the right time and place or the internet goes down and down is where it stays and we lose it, one by one I see it happen in a million ways more often though its heart attack and vine at nine am and I'm thinking on days spent sleeping stoned as my regulars come in tom the most begotten son sings gunpowder burlseque and I feel the spark of that organ hit the shockwave mutters through my chest maybe everything up and over flows with pouring biblical rain or maybe yellowstone finally blows and things everywhere just slowly go gray when I come in on my down days I see it happen in a million ways

everything in this house is held up with thumbtacks a monument to impermanence and a half-laid plan to get somewhere far from where we're heading but I don't like to think about it like that as we sleep the house gets colder till I wake restless with winter at my core and your tousled head at my shoulder I turn and put my back against your warmth and I get better a little every day it's hard to see the change when you're a whole lap off the pace but I get further a little every day and I keep waking up next to you knowing something's gonna break

hey what's up it's been a long time with no talk and I've got a couple things to say, like I know it's not nearly fair, the ways that we've made each other pay or the way, I wake up every day in control of my body and most of my brain and most of the days I feel okay it isn't fair, the things you gotta let them do to you it isn't anything but tragic, the things you gotta take call it selfish, we want to take you alive if not happy, then whole for now I wanna see you see 25 I've been smoking every day to keep a foggy lid on the edge of my brain because when I don't the things I say get people scared and they drift away, do you need help? Well I don't know, dude. I thought getting fucked up in your twenties was just like something you were supposed to do. I don't talk like I used to, I don't speak to the people I used to, I still get high the way we used to, but I don't do a goddamn thing anyone tells me to. Something bad is coming, but good things follow close behind, my friend assures me. If you don't get yours, we can share mine.

Giant Eagle Jackie, how did things get this bad standing across the counter counting coins into your paper thin skin hand Eighty and standing eight hours a day is no way to spend your life, I wish I could feed you free five dollar lattes till the light fades at the end of time Giant Eagle Jackie, you make me so afraid stealing my cloth, wiping tabletops cause you need a job, something that pays when that final trumpet blows on the last boat off the planet you and me and our poverty will be here picking through the ashes while the escapees play Call of Duty eight tumbling through endless space hold it up like history and teach their children earth was a dangerous place but not that they made it that way Giant Eagle Jackie, how did things get this bad? you just hold your head up we'll do the best we can

I can see from my window traffic frozen on 376 across the Monongahela, and it's been that way for days. Nobody's moving anymore. Pittsburgh is as quiet as the rest of the world. I know where I'm gonna be when that final silence comes to me. I'll be right here.