Cotton Crush

And the bricks get laid
 And they get torn up
 And laid again
 But the bricks always get torn up again
 And your friends won't wait
 So don't believe that shit
 When they say they'll wait
 'Cause trust me your friends will not wait for you
 And then you'll be stoned in some park
 Just nodding your head and pinching your arms
 When a girl walks along
 She's humming your song
 With your t-shirt on
 And that's when you're done
 Oh, that's when you're done
 (That's when you're done, that's when you're done)
 (That's when you're done, that's when you're done)
 There's a cotton crush
 It's in the southern states
 But back up here, man, we've got so much thread and space
 To waste, waste, waste
 And there's a microphone
 Picking every word up
 And it shuts itself off
 When it's sure that it's heard enough, oh
 Heard enough, oh
 Heard enough
 Because the quiet can scrape
 All the calm from your bones
 But maybe it should
 Maybe we need to be hollow
 To get up and grow
 And stop fuckin' around
 To kick off our braces
 And start straightening out
 Yeah, let's sift through the static
 For a simpler sound
 Let's sift through the static
 For a simpler sound
 Yeah, a simpler sound
 A simpler sound
 A simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now