Message Sent Lyrics - Sage Francis

I've got some letters inside of my drawer 

that should have been stamped and delivered 

One is addressed to my ex 

it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with 

One is addressed to my friends 

it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit 

One is addressed to myself 

but I don't know what personality or hand to give it 

I'm a God damn misfit...mismatched, but never missed much 

Mr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touch 

I don't miss the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed up 

Before I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch 

This stuff's a whole other drawer 

from a different dresser I'm not ready to address 

I went to the west to get my mind off things and I'm already depressed 

I give up. Get let down. Down play. Play games. Put on my game face 

Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't like the way it tastes 

I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under me 

So I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies 

I laugh at the mess I've created for myself until it gets unfunny 

But I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me 

When I'm hungry I can taste it 

I hide in the basement 

Check up on me every now and then 

Because my mood swings low...and I can feel myself going down again 

Falling off is easy. Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissing 

I'd rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring 

I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers 

The "hunt and kill" method 

I edit one third of a word per second 

Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss 

You'll eventually get my virtual good bye kiss 

The rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch" 

And the one for myself is untitled but...its the same virus 

My wrists get slit on your shoulder blades 

when I lose my grip while I hold your face 

Let it drip on your golden laced silver slip... 

spilling all over the place 

I'd lay my jacket over the blood puddle when we'd go on dates 

to prove that I'm a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower pace 

"The sum of the parts doesn't equal the whole," she states 

Before my parents get home I'll take 

time to find the fragments of our relationship 

and glue back together this broken vase. 

Falling in love is easy. Falling out of love takes a bit of practice 

I'm good at both without even owning a mattress 

I never asked for a kiss without deserving one. 

If you never saw me cry before 

wait for the next time I wake up on the wrong side of the floor 

I've got some letters inside of my drawer 

that should have been sent by now 

Sealed in an envelope 

One is addressed to my ex 

and it says that I feel our friendship's a joke 

One is addressed to my friend 

and it says his ex-girlfriend's on coke 

And one is addressed to myself on a personal note 

Unopened...filled with endless quotes 

Whenever I spoke, they'd close me in and bust my lip 

Now I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just think 

Whenever lonely I shrink...hold myself...squeezing tight 

Before I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and kiss myself to sleep at night 

I have dreams of flight, but I'm not floating 

The ground is approaching awfully quick 

So I wake up screaming for you to catch me 

That's what I start every day off with 

I may talk shit, but there ain't much else to do in this prison cell 

And lucky for me no one listens well...especially when I dis myself 

I'll fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes over 

And since I'm used to the cold I'll be able to rest my head on Jesus' shoulder 

Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are always freezing 

I guess it'll all make sense once we get older and reach the Age of Reason 

Until then, I'll have no reason to sleep in. Not even on weekends 

Unless we're together, because my will power will probably weaken 

Deepen my appreciation for the current condition 

because I'm sick of always feeling like something is missing. 

I slumber in one position. Crouched up an fetal like. 

And the couch sucks 'cause my feet are like...given no space to breathe 

while I embrace my knees 

So its off to the floor because I can't sleep anywhere else 

That's where I write these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em 

It's better to just keep to myself 

Its better to just keep to myself 

Its better to just keep to myself