Who Would Have Figured Lyrics

They say you gotta talk about what you gotta talk about

Just a figure of speech from you to me

Merrily merrily we feel weary in our territory

Realizing we're sizing you up and down

We sink down, we crash

Back to the lab, as a lab rat, like sardines packed

In the back of class avoiding the point

What's your point?

Letting go and figuring it out

With charts and figures who would have figured

You're triggered so easily

Sorry to see, behind a tree

Just a shadow, just a shallow pond

Filling up with blondes

Poolside floating, backyard rockets exploding

Blue shades, white shoes

Mid-day, permanent holiday

Chasing imaginary trains to the station

Dialed in to the pulse of the nation

Licking scars, dealing another card

Waiting on stars, stripping lists

We get the gist, just the tip

And you split the tips

And we bake to a crisp

Hoorah she's dancing again

Bucket-listing her friend

Waiting on thawed milk

Her and her ilk

Like a vacuum sucking silt

At sundown she goes down

Clown block in clown town

World-renowned for a lack of sound

Behind a jaded heart

We call outsider art

We call an audible

We call a do over

We call a civilian a soldier

We call a pebble a boulder

We call an elbow a shoulder

We call a floor a cupholder

But there's still jungle

There are miles and meters

There's a perimeter forming

There's a long line of greeters

There are re-tweeters, space heaters, and parking meters

Crammed into consciousness

Torn into circumstance

Lost in the back of a van

Verifying the villain was vain enough

To stuff his bloodied cuff into the heavy rough