Satellite Skin

If you break these moth wing feelings Powdering dust on your fingers We know we're now prayin', we're kneelin' Hard enough just to say you believe them Well how the heck did you think you could beat them At the same time that your trying to be them? Hard enough just to say you don't need it When they took it up while you were still eating Well satellite, satellite skin Just to know, just to say you don't realize it Well everybody's willing to listen Oh satellite, satellite skin You can say what you want you're forgiven Well happy fucking congratulations Well everyone, everyone wins Just like being my own solar system Doing good things but they totally eclipse them Oh what's the use, oh what the hell? If you break these moth wing feelings Butterfly knives in the ceiling Well everyone, everyone's waiting Detachments gets praised and completed You can say what you want and not mean it Well no one really seems to be waiting If you sweep up this mess I created Nothings left to show I existed Oh satellite, satellite skin Asking for a question Was it easier said than was actually done? Do you even believe them? Do you even believe that there's a race to be won? If you bring these moth wing feelings I have seen it all become satellite skin Opening some eyes A knack to know that it's not their opinions Get stacked in all those usual avoided spots Just to tell you I could not have seen Through to the gist of those unhappy Happy accidents --- Satellite Skin - Modest Mouse