Closer to burning my thumb
On this cigarette
Closer to the clock
Striking twelve again
Closer to my mother
Closer to my friends
Closer to getting closer to getting further back again

Closer to the aether
Closer to the worms
Closer to the cancer
Closer to the womb
Closer to my mother
Closer to my friends
Closer to getting burned on this cigarette

I never wanted to be that guy
I never thought I would be that guy
I never wanted to be that guy
I never thought I could be that guy

I'm a pretty sick guy

Closer to the answer
Closer to the keel
Closer to knowing
I'll never really know how you feel

Closer to being empty
Closer to being used
Closer to the table, then
Closer to the fools

Closer to my actions
Closer to my fears
Closer to that high-pitched noise that rings in my ears
Closer to my mother
Closer to my end
Closer to getting
Closer to doing it all over again

I never wanted to be that guy
I never thought I would be that guy
I never wanted to be that guy
I never thought I would be that guy
I never wanted to be that guy
I never thought I would be that guy
I never wanted to be like