Genetically Modified Organisms

See we break for the summers

so she can find lovers

She treats them like a bottle of wine
They make you dinner
and sing you to sleep
but by the morning find the bottle is empty (EMPTYYYYYY!!! always)

'Cause she never gives it the time
Every bottle she finds
They don't compare
to the ones she left behind
There is never a note
So she waits for me to come back home

I'm looking for a dead end song  (DEEEEAAAAADDDD end)
You wish that smoke
could change its color
I love it when you talk so much
and act like nothing went wrong
I'm looking for a dead end song
while we sit and find flaws in everyone

I want to keep you by my side

Holding off tidal waves