Proxima Centauri Video (MV)

Wild was the wind
When I found you caught up in the vines
Wild was your heart
Defibrillator starts to malfunction
Flatlines and stop signs
Could we find some structure for you
Like Lego blocks
This juncture we're forced through
Civilized, a man of our times
Shining watch and pinstripes
First time you smoked
You imagine two of them on a suit jacket talking to each other
Six years later you slipped, took a hit
Her weed kept in burlap sacks
It lets you know that she's got class
I told her I'm not strong now
Not sure where I'm living
Even my posture has been slipping
Cobain style
From growing boys to shrinking men
Trying to capture gold with leaking pens
Forever in the guest room
Checking out by week's end
Keep plastic stars on the ceiling
Even when you're indoors
Try not to lose the feeling
That you're underneath the all star
You see the house that you tricked yourself into thinking was yours
Remember Top Ramen afternoons
With yellow lab walks and family feuds
Kept the drums set up in the basement
Hope the ghost of your youth haunts every vacation
On the trolley you smell the MSG fumes
Drivers toss their menthol butts
With the embers dying soon
You watch the laundromat spin
And hear the lover-boys croon
You feel the hot dead August air
And it's closing in on you too
Reach for the crumpled up newspaper
Between the crushed cans of lite beer
And you see the headlines of another planet
Even though you don't have four lightyears in you right now
The thought of it's enough
So you tear out the photo
Tape it up onto the ceiling
So even when your world ends
You can hold onto the feeling