You want to go out friday And you want to go forever. You know that it sounds childish That you've dreamt of alligators. You hope that we are with you And you hope you're recognized You want to go forever You see it in my eyes. I'm lost in the confusion And it doesn't seem to matter You really can't believe it And you hope it's getting better
You want to trust the doctors Their procedure is the best But the last try was a failure And the intern was a mess. And they did the same to Matthew And he bled 'til sunday night They're saying don't be frightened But you're weakened by the sight of it You lock into a pattern And you know that it's the last ditch You're trying to see through it And it doesn't make sense But they're saying don't be frightened And they're killing alligators And they're hog-tied And accepting of the struggle
You want to trust religion And you know it's allegory But the people who are followers Have written their own story. So you look up to the heavens And you hope that it's a spaceship And it's something from your childhood You're thinking don't be frightened