Night Still Comes

My brain makes drugs to keep me slow
A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh
But now, not even the masons know
What drug will keep night from coming

There are so many tools that are made for my hands
But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand
And theres always someone to say its easy for me
But I revenge myself all over myself
Theres nothing you can say to me

You never held it at the right angle
You never held it at the right angle
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
But wash your hands of it
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you cant hold it

Did they poison my food, Is it cause Im a girl
If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle
Im gonna go where my urge leads no more
Swallowed, waist-deep, in the gore of the forest
A boreal feast, let it finish me , please
Cause I revenge myself all over myself
Theres nothing you can do to me
You never held it at the right angle
You never held it at the right angle
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
But wash your hands of it
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you cant own it
You never held it at the right angle
You never held it at the right angle

You never held it
You never held it
You never held it, oh ,
You never held it
You never held it
You never held it, oh ,
You never held it
You never held it
You never held it, oh ,