Shipping Forecast

Fear chimes at night
Through the copper pipes
I toss the cover off
Can't sleep and the dark is lost
I’d never wish to graft that crew
Just chew the candy in your inbox

They say people are soft
They pull the covers back
And my phone is trapped
In sticky sap
I pull the covers back
Can't sleep, it's lost
Can't sleep, it's lost

On me
On me, not you
On me
On me, not you
On me
On me, not you
On me
On me, not you

The shipping forecast
Talks about the weather
And the leather is weathered
Procrastinate in feathers
In the rain, you're vain
You try to take control
But you'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never

On me
On me, not you
On me
On me, not you
On me
On me, not you
On me
On me, not you

The shipping forecast
Talks about the weather
And the leather is weathered
Procrastinate in feathers
In the rain, you're vain
You try to take control
But you'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never
You'll never, ever, ever

On me
On me, not you
On me
On me, not you
On me
On me, not you
On me
On me, not you