Annabel Lyrics

If I move my finger to another page, will the salt smell different?
Will I still see waves?
If I go the distance, will I be alright?
Will it be worthwhile?
Days go by.
I know you like to ride the bus when you're high and stare at all the faces.
I know you like to roam the city at night, all the lights and all the places.
Days go by.
Annabel, realize,
you're only dangerous when stuck behind your own eyes,
tobacco brown and glazed high.
Twelve hour days at school will make your brain fry.