Slowly, pull my fingers from my ears
And wipe the blood that trickles down my cheeks
I can see your lips move
But you don't seem to say anything at all

It's no different from before

Because this is the Golden Age of Communication
Where everyone talks at once
Where the air is full of noises
A screeching crescendo falling on deaf ears

Is that love in your eyes
or just mine reflected?
Whenever they meet
I feel hopeless and naked
afraid you can see
the life i've been dreaming
Where i'm no longer bound
to a love that i'm faking

I remember the strongest
that I ever felt
after you went away
and I let it all out
When a moment we shared
was found in a picture
Forever to haunt me
in permanent seizure

The horrible truth
That I should have told you
Flooded my heart
and I drowned in the sorrow
Somebody pulled me
From out of the water
It wasn't you so when she led
I followed

I tried to forget
as we knitted together
The strands of our lives
In a pact made forever
Then you emerged
from a crowd in the summer
And something inside me
Buckled and severed

You came and touched me
I woke up from a coma
I didn't know I was in
until it was over
I blinked in the sun
and I cried in the darkness
For all that I knew
I would never discover.

Weight lost
Vanity cost
Self loathing increase

Weight on
Hard-on
My reflection is a disease

Does she
want me?
Adoration I need.

From no-one
I know
To hanker after me.

Lost strength
Weak distend
Hate what I see

Your lunch is on display again
Chicken salad, a bit of chocolate, semen
Trying to swallow your insecurity
(Sometimes it swallows you)

My heart is on my sleeve again
Over my sweaty palms clutching torn up letters
Stamped and dated, each one sealed
(Sometimes with a kiss, sometimes with uprooted hair and chewed up fingernails)

I know those aren't crocodile tears
But why do you keep drying them on stony shoulders?
Basking in a lonely spotlight
Caressed by empty words

I'd tell the truth, but I wouldn't want to look pretentious
I'd pray, but honesty is such a dead religion

Still, my broken back could shoulder a little more self-doubt
My black lungs could hold enough air to keep our heads above the tide
My hands, scarred and deadened, can still grip this wheel
Long enough to shrink this scene in my rear-view mirror

Baby, I've got a throat like an aviary
And I can sing our dreams into flight

Spit
With those broken teeth
Chewed up churned out lips
You've got nostalgia for smoke stained rooms
T.V. lit silohettes
Quotes of what's hip

Hard
Like cool glassy faced bohemions
Judgement fists to assult
Asses planted firm
All beating hearts that move
Words to live by from pillars of salt

Needles
Make your little eyes
Defeaters of the stillborn dance
Empty ribcaged champions
This waste you are king
Unless its rotten there smells no romance

Hail
Downbeat but just chasing
That sweet embrace
With your cliche wisdom
And recycled epiphanies
Just another brick to the face

Yeah man, yeah.