Custom Scenes and the Parties That Make Them Paroles

Slow thought in the smoking den,
All pure for the bitter end
I know I'm picking out the stitches
I'm overusing metaphors like -
Dark harbourzz pulling us in
I'm making scenes at customs, but the custom's wearing thin
And you don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't walk out on them

Do you still think of quiet spaces as airport lounges?
Are you sleepwalking to stay in shape, cause when you land we'll celebrate

I guess we'll call when we're there
We're backseat taxi, traffic taking over Times Square
They come and bleed on yr sheets
These bleeders cum on yr sheets
It keeps the rates down, and your rates are pretty cheap
But I'm still chain smoking just to stay out of shops
You've been metered out of commerce
You'll be measured out in blocks Are you sleepwalking to stay in shape, cause when you land we'll celebrate

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

(And when the yard is full, we'll smash the locks
and open the gates to the park for the overspill)

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Hahaha.