Low Ceilings

Surrounded by half built statues
I think I'm losing my mind
And this balcony looks appealing
Better all the time
And I brought you
A tune
To come back around
But you made it to a necklace
That weighs 500 pounds (yea)

Just an anvil
A shame
To drown would be too kind
Got to burn down
Like a building
And watch the smoke rise
Now I'm making
Them far out
Just as weary as hell
But I called in
To work and told 'em
Hey, I'm not feeling well

Low ceilings
No feelings
Nothing's ever going to be the same
Low ceilings
No feelings (oh)
How could anything feel this strange

The mailbox is up to the brim
There's food burning on the stove
Empty bottles from the evening
Fallen solders in the row
I never knew I was wound up so tight
Till I busted and shattered unwound
Mother, she beckons with her church dog
Sends me reeling at the sound

Low ceilings
No feelings
Nothing's ever going to be the same
Low feelings
No feelings
How could anything feel this strange?

Oh, my house looks like pain
Disheveled and ruined
Standing up
Is a process, hell
With these ceilings
There may not be room
Now there's laughter to be had
I heard them cackling down the stairs
Whatever
Works for them
I'm going back to bed
I swear

Low ceilings
No feelings
Nothing's ever going to be the same
Low ceilings
No feelings
How could anything be this strange?
How could anything feel so strange?
How could anything feel so strange?