mallory

Cracked a hole in the glass bottom boat
Now the things we killed are beginning to float
To the top of the mosquito lake
And all this scenery looks fake

Yeah, it's beautiful here too
Why am I telling you
Last year last night
I'm tired let's fight

Yeah, this ticket looks good for a while
I'm always fucking up the four minute mile
Though it's selfish and mean at the end of the day
I'll take you back any old way