Cataclysmic End

And I struggled to find the words to tell you how I think

And, in typical fashion, were delivered stoically

Enough with the small talk, tell me, what's your biggest fear?

Is it saying, "I love you" in a voice that's loud and clear?

Singing Buckets of Rain, exaggerated Dylan voice

You're freaking me out, playing guitar with doubled joints

Say you live in a part of town that's one big fashion crime

Is it bringing you down to sit and watch the world get high?

I'm not asking for a friend

I'm just wondering if you'd be there at the cataclysmic end?

Are you sucking the life out of your broken family tree?

Is it secondhand smoke that's burning you up, third degree?

Yeah, I'm ratting you out, I'm never good at keeping lies

Especially ones you tell yourself to sleep at night

I'm not asking for a friend

I'm just wondering if you'll be there at the cataclysmic end

Come the celestial event

I can tell you I would be there at the cataclysmic end

Is it running you ragged to pretend

Every person is your friend?

Take a brick into the window

Build the wall back up again

It's running me ragged to believe

You'd be pulling up your sleeves

It's running me ragged

It's running me ragged

I'm not asking for a friend

I'm just wondering if you'll be there at the cataclysmic end

Come the celestial event

I can tell you I would be there at the cataclysmic end

Is it running you ragged?

It's running me ragged

Is it running you ragged?

It's running me ragged