(Timer's Going Off) Walked In On You Dead

You're indistinctly sleeping it off As I'm watching for no reason at all Role reversal going external I stall I got no good reason to go The house condemned when I walked in on you dead Turned back toward the street and said "Oh, goddamn Ramona this shit's too fucking crazy" You seemed surprised to see me Nod heads don't smile or speak And it has been a weird week And month and year The future's a seething fucking creature (Wouldn't you like to know) An attractive distraction Not a blink as it happened The timer's going off Your timer's going off Nothing is good enough for you Your dead bodies costume An exhausting world beyond this room In the garage I find a tomb Nothing is good enough for you Final moments stay still As the memory of this looms I fear you'll move