Tachycardia

It's a mass grave
 A dollar-fifty resting place
 On the north face
 It's a rope I've gotta climb
 I'm a stone's throw from everyone I love and know
 But I can't show up looking like I do
 In an old suit my hair is slicked up back nice and smooth
 In a courtroom, sweat rolling down my back
 It's a bad dream
 I have it seven times a week
 No it's not me
 But I'm the one who has to die
 Needs a cold draw to slow his tachycardia
 In a dark bar the world just melts away
 And he feels fine
 If he can just lose track of time
 It's a good sign when he can't stay awake
 On a slow day the rain against the windowpane of the cafe
 She spills the coffee grounds
 And the same thought hits her like cinder block
 Life's an odd job that she don't got the nerve to quit
 Yeah it's just there
 At the bottom of those spiral stairs
 It's the World's Fair
 The future's on display
 In the still night
 They turned on the electric lights
 And the crowd cried out
 Everyone looks so amazed