Do you think you're making your own magic when you kill someone elses?
It takes a million years to make that hill smooth as a bell
It's hard to find the source of such a dull pain
And so the sighs turn long
You're quiet as a bone
It might take four days for them to find me, my dog would lick my face
I hate the thought of people at my funeral with yearbook clichés
I've spent a long, long time in my navigating head
I know the careful mind is such a mountain

Pick apart every hour of every day you wanna see
Your life's in there
Pick apart every hour of every day you wanna see
Your life's in there

Do you find you're spending your time locked inside a panic room you made
Every mislaid waking hour and ratty braid curled up and so afraid
You never lost a thing, only found some others
I know the sighs get long
You're quiet as a bone

Pick apart every hour of every day you wanna see
Your life's in there
Pick apart every hour of every day you wanna see
Your life's in there
Pick apart every second of every minute of every hour of every day
Your life’s in there