I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge
Unraveling with ever word
With ever word you say, make me believe
That I won't feel your tires on the street
As I'm finding the words... you're getting away
I come undone, oh yes, I do
Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you
And every word you say, say somethings sweet
Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth
As I'm finding the words... you're getting away
I wake up to find it's another four aspirin morning and I dive in.
I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday.
When did society decide that we had to change
And wash a tee shirt after every individual use?
If it's not dirty, I'm gonna wear it.
I take the stairs to the car and there's fog on the windows.
(I'm fighting the words...)
I need caffeine in my blood stream,
I take caffeine in the blood stream
I grip the wheel and all at once I realize:
(And you're getting away...)
My life's become a boring pop song and everyone's singing along..."
"From an empty room on the first floor as the cars pass
I deconstruct my thoughts at this piano
And it's all I can do to stay with
All the things I didn't say to you
Before you moved across the country
And from the burning building where I lay
As I watch the stars become the day...
This fishbowl life is all they need
It's everything I needed too
Until I heard the news
I'll send this message through the speakers
they told me that you moved
I'll cross this country on a frequency
I'm slipping through, I'm slipping through
I'm slipping into the airwaves
And this is nothing new, you are slipping through my fingers
And into the airwaves
The static's where you'll find me...
Something's not right inside living with the news..."

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