Popular Concussion

We go out tonight
To justify ourselves
If we feel something
Though it's bloated
We must be alive
We come home tonight
With a stomach full of kisses
We can't hold them in
So we throw them up on the floor
There are so many
Of us
And there's been so many
Before us
So what the fuck are we supposed to do
When there are so many of us
And all the kisses we share
Keep ending on the floor