Bad News

A packet of diamonds thrown against the wall
Reach into my pocket feel nothing at all
Falling through fingers
Chasing waterfalls
Rush hour is over
Think I missed my shot

Everything is over
Everything’s begun
Losing a battle that we thought was won
Searching for sequels even thought it’s done
Scratching tickets hoping we can still have fun

Pressing all the buttons
Make the screen scroll and move
Through the mic I’m testing 1 2 3 but not in the mood
And it’s getting closer
It dissociates
It’s bubbling right up at the surface and it’s a feeling that I hate

I don’t wanna be the one to bring back the bad news
I don’t wanna be the one to fill all of these shoes
Swear that I had it written down
But I feel it falling out
And I think I’m folding

Over under up against the wall
Really wish I hadn’t missed your call
I shouldn’t have to lean on shoulders just so I don’t fall
We’re building pillars just to leave a message at the tone

I shouldn’t be the one to bring back the bad news
I shouldn’t be the one to fill all of these shoes
Swear that I had it written down
But I feel it falling out
And I think I’m folding