Wishing Well
The Airborne Toxic Event Lyrics

Standing on a bus stop
You find yourself waiting at a bus stop

Feeling your head pop
You experience a sensation in your head

Out in the night
It's nighttime outside

On the kind of night
Specifically, it's the type of night

Where you want to be out
You desire to be outside

On the street, on the street
To be specific, you desire to be on the street

Crawling up the walls
You feel restless and uneasy

Like a cat in heat
You feel agitated and possibly anxious

And the air is thin
The air feels light and slightly uncomfortable

And it blows through your skin
You feel the air blowing against your skin

And you feel like something
You have a sensation that something is about to happen

Is about to begin
You feel that the impending event is about to start

But you don't know what
You are not sure what the upcoming event is

And you don't know when
You are uncertain as to when the event will occur

So you tear at your hair
You start to pull at your hair in frustration

And you scratch at your skin
You begin to scratch at your skin

You wanna run away, run away
You have a strong desire to escape

Just get on the fucking train and leave today
Your thinking is that you could start running and leave everything behind

And it doesn't matter where you spend the night
You don't care where you will sleep for the night

You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight
You could possibly get into a physical altercation

Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf
Alternatively, you could end up stuck in your room

Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
You will be left alone with your own inner demons

And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed
You desire to feel like a coin being thrown into the air

In a wishing well, a wishing well
In a way that is hopeful and optimistic

A wishing well, a wishing well
You continue to desire the feeling of a wishing well

Well, you're tossed in the air
You feel as though you are being thrown up in the air

And you fell and you fell
Eventually, you start to fall

Through the dark blue waters
You seem to fall through dark blue waters

Where you cast your spell
During the falling, you do some sort of enchantment

Like you were just a wish that could turn out well
You feel like life is a game of chance, and that you might be able to turn out okay

So you stand on the corner
You are now standing on a street corner

Where the angels sit
You feel like there are angels around you

And you think to yourself,
You start to have an internal dialogue with yourself

"This is it, this is it,
You feel as if you have reached a critical point

This is all that I have
This is everything that you possess

All I can stand
You feel like you cannot endure any more

Is this air in my lungs
The only thing keeping you alive is the air you breathe

And this coin in my hand
In addition, all you have is a coin in your hand

That you tossed in the air
Referring to the coin you previously mentioned

And I fell, and I fell
You describe the feeling of falling again

All the way to the bottom
You continue to fall until you reach the bottom

Of the well, of the well
You reach the bottom of a well

Like those soft little secrets
You compare yourself to a hidden secret that is insignificant and delicate

That you tell, that you tell
The kind of secret that you would only reveal to yourself

To yourself, when you think
Again, you highlight the idea that secrets are only revealed when alone

No one's listening to, well"
You realize that no one is there to listen

And the walls spin
You suddenly have a disorienting experience in which the walls appear to spin

And you're paper-thin
Your emotional state is weak and vulnerable

From the haze of the smoke
The smoke in the air causes a daze

And the mescaline
You have consumed the hallucinogenic drug mescaline

The threat of your brow
You begin to worry and furrow your brow

Under unmade sheets
You are in bed, and the sheets are messy and unmade

In your ear with the noise
There is a noticeable noise that you can hear in your ear

From the darkest streets
You hear the noise coming from the nearby streets

We ran far and wide
You describe an experience in which you ran far and wide

You screamed, you cried
During this running, you were emotional and cried

You thought suicide was an alibi
You had suicidal thoughts and considered using suicide as an excuse

But you were always a mess
You have a history of being unstable and disheveled

You were always aloof
You have a tendency to remove yourself from social situations

Yeah, it's awful, I guess
You admit that your situation is terrible

But it's the awful truth
This is the honest reality

It was truth from the first
This reality existed from the very beginning

To the last words that she read
This truth is even in the last words that she read

And she emerged from the dark
She comes out of darkness

Like a ghost in my head
She appears in your mind like a ghost

She said, "I haven't forgot
Her voice echoes in your head as she says that she hasn't forgotten

Any words that you said
She remembers every word from your past conversations

I just stare at the clocks
She spends her time staring at the ticking clocks

And I cry in my sleep
She cries in her sleep, distraught about the memories

And I tear up your letters
She destroys your letters

And I burn them in heaps
She sets them on fire in huge piles

And I gather the ashes
She collects the ashes from the burned letters

In that hole in the ground
She puts the ashes in a hole in the ground

Where we fell"
This is the same hole where you fell