NEXT DOOR by Evan Schafer Lyrics

The golden age has ended
This goddamn car's rear-ended
Talking 'bout the miracle spent here
I can't see the point unblended

I do not fend for myself
I cannot lend a broken heart on rental
I will not mend these fractured letters
I don't sing for anyone

Come, come to me
Come along this journey with me

Next door, I hear them fuck
Sounds like a heard of wildcats
Sudden, awkwardly, I spend my time
On the pseudo-deck

It commences here
This driver incapacitated
It commences where
This unsolicited mother comes aboard

It commences underneath
The fifty turning circles of an accident

It's coming near
I won't live this lie where I'm not shooting up