Wurst
Ruru
This your golden days where nothing comes as easy as they're gonna
Say it
Choke it down or regurgitate if you're gonna spite it all of your days
And just lock me in and I'll be the big bird in a small cage
If worst comes to worst
I'll sing about all the things we couldn't have
The skies we missed half past five
In the afternoons slept in
Where you wouldn't let me wear my patience thin
Our fate hanging by a string