I'll meet you at the bottom

Oh, so such a dirty little word
addictive like a party drug
that fakes the senses to make sense of what we love
so picture your pinstripes without any lines
like a vacant canvas stained to white

bring it closer
a crashing melody
and let the ship sink
the story's drowning out at sea
the lyrics splinter
in salty sympathy

pop goes the giant scene parade
green floats in fifty different shades
partial perfection leaks with industry embrace
but we wear our disdain on stylish sleeves
like tattoos of insecurity

bring it closer
a crashing melody
and let the ship sink
the story's drowning out at sea
the lyrics splinter
in salty sympathy

so long live the history

a song is sinking, a lyric splintered
art fought, but the chorus had a gun
a song is sinking, a lyric splintered
art fought, but the chords were screaming