Packed into this basement like a bale of hay,
I'm not feeling so good about anything today:
I'm distracted, I'm annoying,

Not feeling right, so I go outside.
Pull my hood around my head, get the line tight.
Hiding plain sight don’t hide enough.

It’s all sulfur smell and it's hard to tell.
I met this woman named Six, she says “we're living in hell” and
ever since then the ground's been eroding.

It's gonna to hurt so much when I have to die
or that you might just die first.
I don't want to be alone.
I don't want to be without you.
I want to see you Multiply.

Walk down to the pier,
get called a queer.
Guess I didn't leave high school behind me.

Do I flip em off, or do I stare at the ground?
Nobody means what they say, it’s all just gas and sound.
You're my safety.
You're my conscience.

I remember the path, the dancing light,
avoid the fight.
Where I come from they say “love’s a bummer.”

It's gonna hurt so much when I have to die
or that you might just die first:
I don't want to be alone.
And the motion slows, but what do I know
except that it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows?
Out in the meadow, they're kicking the kettle around.
I don't want to be without you.
I just want to see you Multiply,

a little glint in my eye.
Back in the basement it's all alright.
Multiply, multiply,
would you come home with me tonight?
Figure it out in the morning?
All through the night
when will it start again?
It'll start again.