text: The sirens woke me up again
  I know theyre coming for me someday, just a matter of when
  Count to 25 and yawn
  Touch the clock and turn my back against the dawn
  And hope for that one dream
  Of hardware stores with checkered floors
  And buckets full of nails
  Or floating effortless
  Over the apartments in a boat
  And rowing past the office windows
  Mother, mother, may I cry?
  Father, will you teach me how to die the right way someday?
  I dont want a second chance
  To turn my stuttering reluctance into romance
  With these documents
  And kindergarten anthems with my drunken liturgies
  Tune the FM into static and pretend that its the sea
  But four words fumble for the microphone
  You should have known
  You should have known