Shiny things make everything so heavy

Shiny things are always tough to tell

Shiny things just make it hard to see if someone’s ready

Shiny things can be the hardest sell

So who’s got space for all of this?

You’re stupid lucky now

To even have a space where a burden can be laid down

You’re all filled up with dark now, like some sick inverted star

Just freaking out in the Northeast Regional cafe car

Yes you are

Shiny things make everything so heavy

Shiny things are always tough to tell

Shiny things just make it hard to see if someone’s ready

Shiny things can be the hardest sell

I curse the current and the choices that it brings

Drawing circles round my head like planetary wedding rings

The damaged country sings a plaintive song to me

A permutation of the good we’ve yet to be

And there’s so much left to become

I wanna add it all up to an impossible sum

Shiny things

Shiny things

Shiny things

Shiny things