Turbulence

You always jump and quiver When you're coming in to land With no runway, no guidance No nails dug into my hand We could ask whoever we want We could go back to school And see the dead laugh again Let's get dressed up and pull The only benefit of drinking The downside of what we take Some weekends I feel Like I could always be awake A party in a stranger's house Have we ever met the host? Just smile and keep talking And get your can for a toast We won't always be safe here But this is where we reign Pull it tight to protect us We might never sleep again {Message received today at three twenty six a.m. Tell you what, this is a fuckin' a smooth day Being ripped apart by a hundred and eight Fuckin' bullshit This is the worst fuckin' hangover I've experienced in my entire life I wish I was dead and that fuckin' see this by} --- Turbulence - Arab Strap