Squealing Pigs

Make a cup with your hands to take a drink In the same way that your father did And throw a stone upon the river's lid Watch the circles take you home Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs And high or not, think of what you've done Have you not considered life beneath the thumb? Or flying solo in your home? 'Cause sometimes it's who, not what you do Just because your father did doesn't mean that you should too I don't want to lose you Don't go away from here It's that sinking feeling of being alone And it's the way it makes you screech And pulls the skin off your bones And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor, Will you still know me in a year? Don't you think about your actions? Counter-weight dire reactions? Zero soul, you're a loser's son But don't you go away from here Your mind's a mine-field in a minor way Don't just fall in like some mindless stray "We're your friends, you see" is what they say Don't you go away from here Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone And it's the way it makes you screech And pulls the skin off your bones And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor Will you still know me in a year? It's that sinking feeling of being alone And it's the way it makes you screech And pulls the skin off your bones And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor Will you still know me in a year? Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone And it's the way it makes you screech And peels the skin off your bones And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor Will you still know me in a year?