Vena Cava (50 Foot Wave)

Pill popping, you drink everything You keep a goldfish in your sink So this happens No it doesn't Yeah this happens Well, it shouldn't The smell of fry is in the air And burning sugar in your hair So this happens No it doesn't Yeah this happens Well, it shouldn't Race you to a heart attack Rip off your vice, make it mine Wait for it, you wait for it But you don't like it, you don't like it So you won't get out of bed I can go it alone today It doesn't bug me No it doesn't It doesn't bug me Well it shouldn't Race you to a heart attack Rip off your vice, make it mine Wait for it, you wait for it But you don't like it, you don't like it Vena cava We come Drained and whining Vena cava We come Gray and hopeful