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