President of What?

I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what I take for granted And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn And wheels would roll away Something's got to break you down Entered the scene (i'm told) on I think it was Monday You drove straight through and mined that quarry For all it could bleed 'til dry I took a little more 'til I got taken for granted Cause beautiful boys gave chase And when they arch your backbone It's such a dreadful sight I'll react when faces find you With jealous fits that gag and bind you Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all When imagination takes full control --- President of What? - Death Cab for Cutie