Lyrics

Could plan my escape
Or just say something slick on the way out
I’d say things are great
But there’s no one to lie for

So I’ll tell you it straight
Like a talk between friends with a stranger
Feels good to relate
But the truth is a trapdoor

There’s a couple ways I could spin it
But it seems like the right time, let it all go
There’s a sucker born every minute
I don’t need god, I just want to cross over
There’s a couple ways I could spin it
But it seems like the right time, let it all go
There’s a sucker born every minute
I don’t need god, I just want to cross over

I’m bored of my shit
It feels like a script that I’ve outgrown
I need an eclipse
Or someone to drive home

We stand by the door
We run through our lines til we both laugh
Cause we know the score
Try to touch what we can’t grasp

There’s a couple ways I could spin it
But it seems like the right time, let it all go
There’s a sucker born every minute
I don’t need god, I just want to cross over
There’s a couple ways I could spin it
But it seems like the right time, let it all go
There’s a sucker born every minute
I don’t need god, I just want to cross over

There’s a couple ways I could spin it
But it seems like the right time, let it all go
I’m the sucker born every minute
I might need god, if I want to cross over
There’s a couple ways I could spin it
But it seems like the right time, let it all go
I’m the sucker born every minute
I might need god, if I want to cross over