Micah Schnabel Bury The Maps
Two two three
Your silver skull chain
Crossing your heart
I hope we don't die
Before the stars
And my cozy hands
Your razor blade tongue
Cursing my name
What have I done
Leaving the fort, amen
Falling apart on the witness stand
So bury the maps and burn up the plans
I'm saving myself
My camera-shot smile
Your soap-picture hands
With your TV style
And I'm just a mess
Leaving the fort, amen
Falling apart on the witness stand
So bury the maps and burn up the plans
I'm saving myself
I'm saving myself
Oh-woah woah
Oh-woah woah
Oh-woah woah
I'm saving myself
Oh-woah woah
Oh-woah woah
Oh-woah woah
I'm saving myself
Oh-woah woah
Oh-woah woah
Oh-woah woah
I'm saving myself
Oh-woah woah
Oh-woah woah
Oh-woah woah
I'm saving myself