Oh no
We got lost in the tall grass
With nowhere to go
Except down to the roots
Oh

I just woke up on the right side of the wrong bed
When I look down only thing I see is
Head stains on a mattress
And the remains of a black dress

When I fuck up, yeah, the bright side is what you said
That when I'm down the only thing I really want is
Head stains on a mattress
And the remains of a black dress

Oh no
We got lost in the tall grass
With nowhere to go
Except down to the roots
(Except down to the roots)
Dig it up now to the bones in our knuckles
We got buckets of rubble
Building nothing but struggle
Oh no
I think we're in trouble

Skyline like riptide, swinging all in my mind
Tiptoeing 'round my outline
I'm too melted to move

Bodies over easy on the pavement
Forgot how to breathe, brain's vacant
Well, I can't believe my eyes now
Light's a little too loud
Try to pull the blinds down

Oh no
We got lost in the tall grass
With nowhere to go
Except down to the roots
(Except down to the roots)
Dig it up now to the bones in our knuckles
We got buckets of rubble
Building nothing but struggle
Oh no
I think we're in trouble
(I think we're in trouble)