Mgmt - Little Dark Age

Breathing in the dark, lying on its side
The ruins of the day, painted with a scar
And, the more
I straighten out, the less it wants to try
The feelings start to rot, one week at a time
Forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded, horrified with each stone
On the stage, my little dog age
Peeking through the cards