All us under seams (will be)
Almond butter dreams
All men better think (like me)
All washed down the sink

Abernathy said, that soon they'd have his head,
and all the cash he saved they'd spend on cheerios instead

Abernathy said, the cheerios are fed,
to men in fatsuits and rubber boots that say it's for the best

Abernathy claims, his voice changes by day,
and worse is that he's noticing more scars upon his face

Abernathy claims, his single greatest shame,
can be directly traced to a couple days and an almond butter foray

I guess that I'll give in,
I'll try and think like him,
But sleep bears the saddest truth
Almond butter dreams
Are few and far between
You'll see, Abernathy
You'll see, Abernathy you'll see

It's almost over, head back to bed
But for me, it's just another snag in my head
Oh, you said you wanted out of here
but now we're in the stratosphere
hand in hand we scan the land
for everything we used to fear
I wonder if you really know
the shit you used to put us through
it's alright now, embrace the clouds
and everything that we could do
As the pigeons fly on by
you think of all the ways to die
I try to say that we're okay
but wind is withering my eyes
As the ocean draws in close
I think about the holy ghost
no more sins to diagnose
because for now it's adios