Borrowing heavily from Death Cab for Cutie in early 2006, this song detailed an internal struggle posed by sexual desire and utter loneliness.
You're looking up at telephone wires
And waiting for a satellite to look right down on you
But there's nothing in the air that you can hear
But there's everything that you can see right in front of you
Its nice to know you're not alone
now clutching a cellphone hoping for it to wake you up
Before you start to have those scary kind of dreams
That make you question who you are and who you want to be
All the girls in every girly magazine cant make me feel any less alone
I see beast in the forest in the darkness
and its eyes are glowing red
Saliva falls like rain Stomach growls like thunder
There's a beast and the beast wants to get fed
How about we drink him under the table?
I crush aluminum then I just go to bed