So many things, the air feels [bad word] 
If I [bad word] don’t panic at all.
Just go get some glue.
Just a little lie here and there,
if it helps your sanity, eliminates despair.

Where are those witnesses?
I thought they knew your song.
Ghosts arrive in the elevator, here to cheer you on.

Draws him out, livid in the night,
jumping on the neighbor’s porch and waving a knife.

"Good of you sweet thing,
answering the door in your cold bare feet".
Shows him, takes his coat, and mixes a drink.

Where are the witness tonight? They take so long.
The ghosts arrive in their limousines.
They’re here to cheer you on. Here to cheer you on.

Throws her in,
falls off the bed giggling.
Sounds were forming,
he takes off his shirt and plugs her in.

But big legs kick hard,
blows out the bulb with a velvet shoe,
"Handsome, tell me once again,
what you want me to do... to cheer you on."