I say "we're big shots in this small town,"
but we haven't even left the barrel of the gun
and you haven't even pulled the trigger
let's make white windowsills shake & shiver
and make vows to the local cemetary
cause we're leaving
because the dead here are more alive than
the fake b r e a t h i n g.
we're not gonna be a choked generation
because I've heard legends about places
with names with syllables