You part the waters. The same ones that I'm drowning in. You lead your casual slaughters. And I'm the one who helps you win. . You've got your grand piano.
Adjectives on the typewriter. He moves his words like a prize fighter. The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell. . The man on the street might just as well be.
I am an opera singer. I stand on painted tape. It tells me where I'm going. And where to throw my cape. . I call my co-star's brother. I call my co-star's name.
She's writing, she's writing. She's writing a novel. She's writing, she's weaving. Conceiving a plot. It quickens, it thickens. You can't put it down now.
Okay alright, uh no. This one, this one, this one. . Heads of state, who ride and wrangle. Who look at your face, from more than one angle. Can cut you from their bloated budgets.
No phone, no phone. I just want to be alone today. No phone, no phone. . Ringing, stinging. Jerking like a nervous bird. Rattling up against his cage.
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. . You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second.
When she walks. She swings her arms instead of her hips. When she talks. She moves her mouth instead of her lips. . And I've waited for her for so long.
Well, Jolene unlocked the thick breezeway door. Like she'd done one hundred times before. Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror. She folded the towel carefully and put it back in place.
I can't believe it's true, I can't believe that you. Don't want me anymore. You're with him and you don't even know. . That I've been dying all day long.
Standing in the Alpha Beta parking lot. Watching the sunset. I'll never forget. Watching all the reds, and oranges slip away. Letting go off yet. Another dirty day.