well your brother s a liar and your sister s a faker and someday they ll be home wrecker and maker in neighborhoods of dreams with crime fighting teams recycling those cars that end up on their lawns and don t you forget the image in your retina to foresee the future to find a use for them telling me everything that would happen to me anyway if it isn t science it doesn t exist we make our own problems and blame them on birds and bees but we ain t seen nothing yet and don t you ever forget it well your mom was the queen and dad was the farmer now we re all covered in aerosol armor singing god s out to get us with his army of wings mother nature s militia of precision stings and those petals in your pockets mosquitoes will swarm to foresee the future before it takes form please tell me every sting to hit me in this heat wave please tell me everything that would happen to me anyway if it isn t fire it doesn t exist we ve all come to burn and learned to love it better answer your heart before it blows apart and don t you ever forget it please tell me everything that would happen to me anyway
['chicago indie']