Interpret:

Twenty One Pilots

Album:

Twenty One Pilots

Your grandpa died
 When you were nine
 They said he had
 Lost his mind
 You have learned
 Way too soon
 You should never trust the pantaloon


 Now it's your turn
 To be alone
 Find a wife
 And build yourself a home
 You have learned
 Way too soon
 That your dad is now a pantaloon


 You are tired
 You are hurt
 A moth ate through
 Your favorite shirt
 And all your friends fertilize
 The ground you walk
 Lose your mind


 He's seen too many stare downs
 Between the sun and the moon
 In the morning air
 How he used to hustle all the people
 Walking through the fairgrounds
 He's been around so long
 He's changed his meaning of a chair now
 Because a chair now,
 Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people
 Who glide across the very surface
 That made his bones feeble
 The end can't come soon enough
 But is it too soon?
 Either way he can't deny
 He is a pantaloon


 You are tired
 You are hurt
 A moth ate through
 Your favorite shirt
 And all your friends fertilize
 The ground you walk
 Lose your mind


 You like to sleep alone
 It's colder than you know
 Cause your skin is so
 Used to colder bones
 It's warmer in the morning
 Than what it is at night
 Your bones are held together
 By your nightmare and your frights


 You are tired
 You are hurt
 A moth ate through
 Your favorite shirt
 And all your friends fertilize
 The ground you walk
 Lose your mind