Death Cab for Cutie Stability Lyrics

Time for the final bout. Rows of deserted houses:
All our stable mates are highway bound.
Give us our measly sum:
Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly.
We're starting out with nothing but crippling doubt.
We'll rest easy (justified).
I've suffered a swift defeat, I'll endure countless repeats.
The gift of memory is an awful curse.
With age it just gets much worse, but i won't mind.