Testo di Hammerhead

All I really know is that I'm Never coming home And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you so I'm gonna go and get an internship And then I'll get a job And then I'll pack all my shit up and fucking go I'll go to Mexico I'll go to Canada I'll mail myself to New York City in a box You'll never hear from me again Save for an envelope I'll send Containing 50 billion dollars and some photographs of dogs For half of my short life, I've kept A drawer in my room for all the Little trinkets I consider golx Photographs, bottle caps Lanyards, flowers, crumpled map Things that look particularly old The plan has always been that I should throw them out the window If the building were to catch on fire Given the dogs are safe outside But the drawer is full of trash And I could turn it all to ash Just for the fleeting joy I'd get from adding More smoke to the sky I'll go to Mexico I'll go to Canada I'll mail myself to New York City in a box You'll never hear from me again Save for an envelope I'll send Containing 50 billion dollars and some photographs of dogs Well, sharks are smooth if you pet them one way They are spiky pet the other And my mom said if they stop moving, they'll die Hammerheads swim past I've got my face up against the glass As I whisper to my sister as will I I'll go to Mexico I'll go to Canada I'll mail myself to New York City in a box You'll never hear from me again Save for an envelope I'll send Containing 50 billion dollars and some photographs of dogs