Beach Life-In-Death

Last night I drove to Harper's Ferry and I thought about you
 There were signs on the road that warned me of stop signs
 The speed limit kept decreasing by ten
 As we entered a town about halfway there
 It was almost raining at the train station
 We put our hoods on our heads at the train station
 We threw rocks into the river
 The river underneath the train tracks
 And when the train came it was so big and powerful
 When it came into the little station
 I wanted to put my arms around it
 But the conductor looked at me funny
 So we had to say goodbye and leave
 The monopoly board still in the backseat
 Took that nightmare left turn to get out of town
 Ran into the decreasing speed limits again
 What should I do? (Eat breakfast)
 What should I do? (Eat lunch)
 What should I do? (Eat dinner)
 What should I do? (Go to bed)
 Where can I go? (Go to the store)
 Where can I go? (Apply for jobs)
 Where can I go? (Go to a friend's)
 Where can I go? (Go to bed)
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 I wrote Beach Death when I thought you were taken
 I wrote Beach Funeral when I knew you were taken
 I wrote Beach Fagz, well, it wasn't about you
 But it could've been. well, no, it couldn't have
 I spent a week in Ocean City
 And came back to find you were gone
 I spent a week in Illinois
 And came back to find you were still gone
 I pretended I was drunk when I came out to my friends
 I never came out to my friends
 We were all on Skype
 And I laughed and I changed the subject
 She said, "What's with this dog motif?"
 I said, "Do you have something against dogs?"
 I am almost completely soulless
 I am incapable of being human
 I am incapable of being inhuman
 I am living uncontrollably
 It should be anti-depression
 As a friend of mine suggested
 Because it's not the sadness that hurts you
 It's the brain's reaction against it
 It's not enough to love the unreal
 I am inseparable from the impossible
 I want gravity to stop for me
 My soul yearns for a fugitive from the laws of nature
 I want a cut scene
 I want a cut from your face to my face
 I want a cut I want
 The next related video
 I don't want to go insane
 I don't want to have schizophrenia
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 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
 Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you
 I woke up and I was trying to kill you
 It's been a year since we first met
 I don't know if we're boyfriends yet
 Do you have any crimes that, that
 We can use to pass the time, I am
 Running out of drugs to try
 We said we hated humans
 We wanted to be humans
 We said we hated humans
 We wanted to be humans
 More groceries, get eaten
 Get more groceries, get eaten
 Get more groceries get eaten
 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
 In the mall in the night time
 You came back alone with a flashlight
 Ooh, it's a not that odd to some
 And it was my favorite scene
 I couldn't tell you what it means
 But it meant something to me
 Pretty soon you'll find some nice young
 Satanist with braces and one capital O significant Other
 And you can take him home to your mother
 And say, "Ma, this is my brother"
 We said we hated humans
 We wanted to be humans
 We said we hated humans
 We wanted to be humans
 More groceries, get eaten
 Get more groceries, get eaten
 Get more groceries, get eaten
 By the one you love
 When they put their lips around you
 You can feel their smile from the inside
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 Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you
 I woke up and I was trying to kill you
 Your ears perked up
 I perked up when your ears perked up
 You were all looking around
 And I hoped it was for me
 I hoped you were using your sonar systems for me
 The ancients saw it coming
 You can see that they tried to warn them
 In the tales that they told their children
 But they fell out of their heads in the morning
 They said sex can be frightening
 But the children were not listening
 And the children cut out everything
 Except for the kissing and the singing
 When they finally found their home
 At Walt Disney Studios
 And then everyone grew up
 With their fundamental schemas fucked
 But there are lots of fish left in the sea
 There are lots of fish in business suits
 That talk and walk on human feet
 And visit doctors, have weak knees
 Oh, please let me join your cult
 I'll paint my face in your colors
 You had a real nice face
 I had an early death
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 (How's your face? How's your body?)
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 (We're too scared to do shit)
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 The ocean washed over your grave
 The ocean washed open your grave
 (We're too scared to do shit)