Cursive Vermont Lyrics

Vermont Lyrics

Staring up at stars 

From the back seat of a stationwagon 

Carving the
night 

Trees keep marching by 

Light poles blur into a stream


Blazing laser beams 



All... 

These... 

Stars....




My thoughts are trivial pursuits 

My heart's a bomb that's been
defused 

What now? 



There's no more use for me 

I'm wasting
energy 

Muscles are weaklings 

Thoughts just defeat me 

Numbness is
effortless 

I could get used to this 



Driving through Vermont


Overwhelmed by the insignificance 

My conscience was my crutch


For a heightened existence 

This other wordliness 



These...


Schoolboy... 

Lies.... 



I've been deprived reality


Brought up by holy ghosts and saints 

What now? 



I'm the
delinquent here 

I'm the contagious one 

This heart is hopeless 

I
feel the numbness 

All Hail The Atheist 

I could get used to this


I could get used to this 

I could get used to this 

I could get
used to this