To Vanish - Stray From The Path

We all heard it:

Your Collision with the sofa bed

That set off one hundred thousand car alarms

There’s nothing left

There’s nothing left of me

You’re withering away

You’re getting lost in your systematic extraction

What once was clear, has now disappeared

And you’ll keep playing

And I’ll keep thinking:

'Hour by hour, hours spent.'

'Hour by hour, hours spent.'

'Hour by hour, hours spent.'

It’s the type of thing cannot be kissed and made better