Leaning through windows, stories high
I get to take in the damage, looking down
As they clean up the mess

We pull pinions, placing bets
Cold cash or !@%!e, we can only guess


And they say
Be careful, be gentle to yourself
'Cause no one else will


Talk over coffee
We hear the sound from outside

We stop for a moment
And gradually resume our stride
And I notice we didn't even look this time

Which action's worse, I can't decide

(Chorus)


And it's a point of pride
How numb we can be to survive

And there's a game we play
With eachother these days
To see who can care the least

And I, for one, need some relief

(Chorus 2x)