1. |
Not Feel Afraid
03:27
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So this is how it goes:
Another life-like dream
of spiders biting at my wrists.
And as I jolt awake
I feel the back of my head for cobwebs.
Another vision of explosions
or sleeping at the wheel.
So life just keeps on turning,
but I'm not sure what to feel.
Well, no one will ever hear this.
No one will even care at all.
We dug our own graves.
So every day I try
to shake myself on how
to not feel afraid.
So this is how it goes:
Another life-like dream
of floods and unresolved relationships.
And as I jolt awake
it's like I can't get enough oxygen.
Another deja vu
that I'm so used to.
That I'm so clever at blocking out.
So life just keeps on turning,
and I'm still here, trying to figure what it's all about.
Well, no one will ever hear this.
No one will even care at all.
We dug our own graves.
So every day I try
to shake myself on how
to not feel afraid.
Battery! Battery!
What happens when it's dead?
Similar! Similar!
To how a pen runs out of ink.
These words, these words
they mean nothing.
But if by chance you get it,
well, then you should understand everything.
Well, no one will ever hear this.
No one will even care at all.
We dug our own graves.
So every day I try
to shake myself, to shake myself, to shake myself on how -
to not feel afraid.
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2. |
Elephant In The Room
01:57
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So let me reintroduce
the elephant in the room.
You see, I have sweaty hands
that seep through.
You may have noticed
that I am different from you.
But we could really be the same
if either of us wanted to.
I use a lot of big words.
Sometimes It's hard to speak out.
It's like the whole dictionary
is comin' out my mouth.
I'm still stuck in a 16-year-old mindset.
It never left my head.
See it in my iris -
Don't drink like I used to.
Don't smoke like I used to.
Just realized this is stupid,
and now I"ll tell you I hate you.
This was such a waste of time.
How did I ever think
this was a good idea?
That this was a good idea.
'Cause this wasn't a good idea.
I am failure.
And a smart-aleck too.
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3. |
TV Pilots
04:05
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Hey. Do you hear me?
I tried screaming, but that didn't work
so now I"ll be sorry.
And hey.
Look up from your light bulbs.
That's all it is. Staring like you're on a narcotic overload.
I'm still here.
Thought you'd get rid of me.
You're waiting for me to stop
so you can quit feeling awkward and lonely.
But don't you see?
That's what I"m trying to tell you.
But you don't listen right.
You got two left thumbs when you're drunk
and that fucks up your text messaging.
What's wrong with you?
I'm spilling my heart out.
The least you could do is kick it around.
And question. Question:
Do you feel alright?
Do you feel alright?
Do you feel alright?
Do you feel alright?
My name is "everyone"
and you're ignoring me.
Well, I am you and you are me
and I can't stand it!
I'm white noise.
Not pretty enough for the part
but I'll keep telling myself that I'm super smart.
And you don't know what you're doing
and you don't know what you're missing.
And if you pressed play, would it really kill you?
Do you feel alright?
Do you feel alright?
Do you feel alright?
Do you feel alright?
Sucked inside your television set.
You're too brainwashed to regret.
And why am I still going on
when I just told you what is wrong?
Blah, blah!
Yeah, no one wants to hear it!
Hmmm, my future's broken pavement.
But I feel fine.
I feel fine.
I feel fine.
I feel fine.
And do you feel?
Do you feel?
Do you feel?
Do you feel at all...?
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4. |
Sing Along
02:35
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I'm a train stop.
You're my one man band.
You make my head hot.
Refuse to sit on command.
You're a dog with bone and I'm all alone.
Leaving me high and dry and lapping at a dial tone.
We're made of snake skin.
If we don't shed we die.
And now the gun went off.
And all you gotta do is lie, lie, lie.
I make you stomach ache.
I keep your hands tied.
And I got the keys so you won't get away this time.
I got a needle in my pocket
so you rub it 'til it shines.
Well, I translated the monument
and I think I know what it says this time
See, I was born into a family of archers who
couldn't shoot straight.
As we talk about the future,
sit and wait.
You're modern Romeo.
And I'm dead Juliet.
Cough it up, cough it up.
I won't leave you alone
'til you've paid up your debts.
You got a strong arm.
But I'm a dead weight.
You close your eyelids,
but I'm always gonna keep you awake.
You ask me for a memory
and then erase my mind.
I throw up my hands,
my guts, It doesn't matter -
You got it rationalized.
Well, am I gonna be stuck with you, yeah
once my body's gone.
'Cause the least you could do
is sing along.
Sing along.
Sing along.
Sing along.
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5. |
Consequence
01:28
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A consequence of my demise.
Blood turned to dust in front of my eyes.
Back to back, shun me out
one at a time.
Outcast on my own, outcast from my home.
In torrential rain.
My mouth an open wound from the pain.
Well say, you talk about perspective.
Oh, what can it do?
Like every single story has some obvious clue?
Well, I'm no good at helping me.
Why don't you let me help you?
Because what's coming into focus is my personal truth
Like I'm alone.
With nowhere to go.
I'm not leaving a note.
Got these invisible hands around my throat.
A consequence of my demise.
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