Spring forward towards two steps backwards;
Oh, the aching pace of progress.
Stepping through whole rooms of bastards, hearing voices speaking static.
Everybody do The Cruddler: turn your backs on one another,
Only every looking inward,
Until all that you discover is time spent all alone in rooms full of both best friends and strangers,
Avoiding engaging anyone for fear of your loose ends and their dangers.
Is anybody home?
I'm fucking leaving 'cause no one has a good reason to stay.
There's other cigarette smoke to be breathing.
I've had enough of people for today.
I'm going fucking home.
released September 4, 2012
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