Everybody In 1955 Was On Fire Songtext

He's falling apart at the seams, the laughing stock within his team
He blew the line, even in his own dreams
He's falling apart, and ripping at the seams
(And he tries and he tries to find relief)

Let's move, because the bay moves too fast
Time surpassed
Now I've become the murderer, and it kills me
Don't know what it is, guarantee it's cold
I can't play god, nor would I even try