If we're all gonna wind up dead

Maybe I should cut my loses; quit while I'm ahead

But you won't let me go. you insist I see the good in me, even when you don't

Set sail right off a cliff

With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone

If, if if, we're all gonna turn to dust

Make sure I'm mixed in with you and I won't put up a fuss since it's all just in my head.

A friend of me, a little hopeless drawn, erase everything I said

Set sail right off a cliff

With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone

Set sail fright off a cliff

With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone

Rusty joints don't fail me now

Keep me afloat while the dam overflows

One track mind don't turn on me

Conviction so stale, every night I derail

(If we're all gonna turn to dust. if we're all gonna turn to dust.)

Set sail right off a cliff

With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone

Set sail right off a cliff

With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone

Set sail right off a cliff

With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone