Vermont Songtext
von Cursive

Staring up at stars
From the backseat of a station wagon
Carving the miles
Trees keep marching by
Light poles blur into a stream
Laser, laser beam
All these stars
My thoughts are trillions of suits
My heart′s a bomb that's been defused
What now?

There′s no more use for me
I'm wasting energy
Muscles are weaklings
Thoughts just deafen me
Numbness is effortless
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this


Driving through the miles
Overwhelmed by the insignificance
My conscience was my crutch
For a heightened existence
This otherworldly nothing
Schoolboy lies
Happily deprive reality
Fry up my holy ghost and saints
What now?

I'm the delinquent here
I′m the contagious one
This heart is hopeless
I feel my numbness
All hail the envious
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this