Mgmt — Little Dark Age

Breathing in the dark, lying on its side
The ruins of the day, painted with a scar
And, the more
I straighten out, the less it wants to try
The feelings start to rot, one week at a time
Forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded, horrified with each stone
On the stage, my little dog age
Peeking through the cards
Knowing what's nearby
The carvings on the face
Say they find it
I agree with stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that it'd be high, it doesn't go away
If
I get out of bed, you'll see me standing all alone, forever and by, on the stage, my little dog age
Giddy with delight
Seeing what's to come
The image of the dead
Dead ends in my mind
Police can swear to god
I'm sleeping from the gut
I know my friends and i
Would probably turn the door
If you get out of bed
Come find us heading for the bridge
Ring of snow, all the rage, my little dark age
I breathe in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
If you get out of bed, and find me standing all alone
Open eye, Burn the page by little dark age