I see the painting in the corner
I hear the writing on the wall
And I'm floating on the ceiling
Trying to stay above it all
I'm watching all the feathers
That keep falling out your mouth
Don't burn the bridge between us
I can't swim, the water is too rough below
And If we're gonna get through this mess
You have to pull up a chair to the table
The room is getting crowded
Their voices don't belong
But the shit goes on & on
I don't know what they're saying
But there's clearly something wrong
WRITERS
CHASE MERSEREAU, JARRED SCHWAKE, KYLE MORTON, TYSON VANDENBROUCKE