They've said it every year but this times it seems likeThe
end is near and i'm in line to see the lightHow far does
this black tunnel goI got a car but the gas is running lowAnd as
long as i've known the bumps and creeks of this
houseIt's starting to make the types of sounds that only
comes from people's mouthsYou cant tell me it's still
settlingBuilt on an indian burial ground killing everythingThe
childhood scar on my chin is back againThat old jump over my own
leg dance move has to endI've seen better days in my night
terrorsI was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write
lettersAsk directions TO YOUR whereaboutsBefore the slow walk
the rest of the show-offs were pealing outTo many hares only one
TORTOISEThats why I left this city, toO fast paced for this
HO-HUM TOURISTBy the time i developed the picturesThey're
as blurry as my memory of constant life fixturesIf distance is a
girl's best friend Tell them bitches in the rough who think
that love comes with DIAMONDS Slave labor, you made me work for
what I couldnt haveDiamonds cut, BUT cold burns and nothing
lasts foreverwonder why I bothered saving any of your
letters,they're just aged paperCrumbleSlave labour, you
made me work for what I couldnt haveDiamonds cut, the cold burns
and nothing lastsWonder why I saved your urn of ashesI've
got an insecurity box for your mailTracing the name on the
return adress as if it was made of braillePretended it was your
finger but careful to not break a nailThe one that sealed the
coffin shut. When it opened caused a paper trailBut since then I
buried your dead sea scrollsAnd emptied my head of these old
trivial memories that i seem to holdNow you're a foot note
with cement shoesIn case you wonder what that sinking feeling
has been ever since I left you
Send "Crumble" Ringtone to your Cell 
