Hold your glass well Overthought your grip Panic holds the scene Down for me The swell in my brain I’m passing out now Transporting our blood Is freaking me the fuck out As strange as it seems I’m no longer me Transporting our blood While my peripheral nervous system Freaks out Can you tell? Can you tell? Can you tell? Hold your nerve well Over promises Expectations fall Face is old The swell in my brain I’m passing out now Transporting our blood Is freaking me the fuck out The fog in my brain I’m blacking out now The faster this goes The more my peripheral nervous system Freaks the fuck out Here it is Here it is Here it is Can you tell? As strange as it seems I’m no longer me Transporting our blood While my peripheral nervous system Freaks out I’m holding my glass well My brain is swelling Can you tell? I’m faking attention From the living room To the cinema I’m holding my glass well My brain is swelling Can you tell? I’m hiding distraction From the living room To the cinema The swell in my brain I’m passing out now Transporting our blood Is freaking me the fuck out As strange as it seems I’m no longer me Transporting our blood While my peripheral nervous system Freaks out Can you help? Can you help? Can you help? The swell in my brain I’m passing out now Transporting our blood Is freaking me the fuck out The fog in my brain I’m blacking out now The faster this goes The more my peripheral nervous system Freaks the fuck out What do you think is causing it?

Your South Coast town bleeds I′m suicidal And you need me to not be The low season You hate January Except in the snow scenes I'm losing to fear And you need me to not be Your efforts to calm me Are just hurting yourself I′m haemorrhaging health There's rust within cold The low season Amusements fold My Dad is scheduled to die in March Oh, it's ever the scene! Was there ever a you? Was there ever a me?

From the vending machine Opportunistic light I breathe There’s a tale so tall within me There are tones in your voice That steal the scene Love and art Love and art Love and art Love and art From the vending machine Love and art Love and art You could never see it in me The seams show I’m held together by the threads I stitched alone There’s love and art That you could never see in me You’re hollowed out Pull apart the seams January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December From the vending machine A peculiar scene plays out between The light and the cells in me There’s a look on your face That’s drowning me Love and art Love and art Love and art Love and art From the vending machine Love and art Love and art You could never see it in me The seams show I’m held together by the threads I stitched alone There’s love and art That you could never see in me You’re hollowed out Pull apart the seams 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51 From the vending machine Appetite for my family bleeds I can feel that you’ve let go of me A horrific emptiness In your small talk Love and art Love and art Love and art Love and art From the vending machine Love and art Love and art You could never see it in me The seams show I’m held together by the threads I stitched alone There’s love and art That you could never see in me You’re hollowed out Pull apart the seams Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter

Finger frame frozen fields Bundle up black and white Aperture set to wide Tracking shot over seas Holy shit! We are losing light Are you seen are you not? Have you seen enough Stage exit borders snow Pushing out into cold Actors nailing their roles Overhead sets the scale Holy shit! We are losing light Are you loved are you not? Have you loved enough? In the scene where you wake up Depth of field is too shallow for us Hold your hand at the White Rock December, January Calendar starts to bleed Now the scene where you fade out Finger frame frozen fields Bundle up black and white Aperture set to wide Tracking shot over seas Holy shit! We are losing light Are you seen are you not? Have you seen enough? Stage exit borders snow Pushing out into cold Actors nailing their roles Overhead sets the scale Holy shit! We are losing light Have you been have you not? Have you been enough?

Your South Coast town bleeds I′m suicidal And you need me to not be The low season You hate January Except in the snow scenes I'm losing to fear And you need me to not be Your efforts to calm me Are just hurting yourself I′m haemorrhaging health There's rust within cold The low season Amusements fold My Dad is scheduled to die in March Oh, it's ever the scene! Was there ever a you? Was there ever a me?

Finger frame frozen fields Bundle up black and white Aperture set to wide Tracking shot over seas Holy shit! We are losing light Are you seen are you not? Have you seen enough Stage exit borders snow Pushing out into cold Actors nailing their roles Overhead sets the scale Holy shit! We are losing light Are you loved are you not? Have you loved enough? In the scene where you wake up Depth of field is too shallow for us Hold your hand at the White Rock December, January Calendar starts to bleed Now the scene where you fade out Finger frame frozen fields Bundle up black and white Aperture set to wide Tracking shot over seas Holy shit! We are losing light Are you seen are you not? Have you seen enough? Stage exit borders snow Pushing out into cold Actors nailing their roles Overhead sets the scale Holy shit! We are losing light Have you been have you not? Have you been enough?