Point A to Point B Songtext
von Mason Proper

dark stained wooden table
i′ll breathe when i am able
for now i'll hold it in
with all of my
disembodied and
unassociated sounds of departure
for the night


and finally breathing pitch black until
i had emptied out the till
heard the tires squeal
but you won′t right?

i swore to myself
last time was the last time


in past lives i was wealthy
so probably unhappy
oh i'm so glad i died
i travel from point a, to point b, to point c
trying to lose more points along the way
to get lower
i travel from point a, to point b, to point c
trying to fall from grace along the way
to get lower and lower and lower