Bad News (Dear and the Headlights)

On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots Those sad feathery talks that float on all that Tattered teenage applause clapped out further with no pause On collegiate palms of course their hands so soft Ancient postures of awe for low level modern shocks Now happening a lot like like any synaptic Cavalry's typical barrage on your tired soul You cannot shrug it off, just start your inconsequential white withdrawal it's Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time Cautious sticks stuck in fictitious craws capsized on your chatty shores Half dead, half seem worse yet you still keep talking In between coughing fits and soon to be Heimliched bits Of ideas which you could not yet digest Put that rag to your face, lay down that's a better pace go back to cliches like "I should kill myself" or "I should lose some weight" I'm sure either way you'd feel just the very same Quiet now someone's coming Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time Bad news for you Haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time