Holes Lyrics & Chords By Firing Squad

Every decision left a comfortable hole in the ground and every staircase is a burial.
Eyes are wide and fixed ahead the head is heavy and we're looking for names to drop;
Preened like a dog at a show. The future is ours!

Small, melancholy college girl, I told you everything I could.
Self-promises for self-respect. A future about making good.

You hit a bottom when you least expect it make sure you take the future's hand and direct it toss off your assets it's a miserable moment for man your safety plan's ruined washed away in the rain.

Hello morning, come without warning.
Pick up the pieces, pick up our pieces - this is the spot where you turned.

A future about making good on promises.