I could watch the days disintegrate or I could start rebuilding them
with double clicks, triple titles, fire me just like a rifle
Buy your kindness at the store and lay me out across the floor
I do not need your money just like I don't need you anymore
I'll hit the bu*ton like I should and leave you like a lover would
And never try to make you mine like you my darling clementine
Are you a sight for sore eyes, a reason to get more eyes, or a nonessential part in my escape
And is there anybody watching over me, I better run before it's too late
Solid chunks of energy or liquid if you have to fake it
Find the subtle outline, hold it up to light and try to trace it
With your bland tasting, hand shaking, head racing past the coffee copy maker
Always take a second to prepare for all the awful things you're bound to see out there
I saw two or three this morning, they were inching closer to your hair
And riding in your shopping cart, making nests inside your heart
And acting like they never knew your name
But I don't need this that bad do I
My skin is getting thinner and the days are getting harder
But at least the spots under my eyes are getting darker
And my sleeves are getting shorter and my face is turning gray
But it's not like all the money here just shriveled up or walked away
Or moved to another dimension, or simply stopped existing in the formal sense despite my best intentions
And no one in the morning ever gives themselves to me
So why do I offer myself to the morning
And why do all the days continue pa**ing without any kind of warning
But forgetting all the ticket stubs and rubber gloves and tooth decay
Driving home with heavy eyelids shaking my head half the way
And leaning in the kitchen which is fine enough for me I guess
And waiting for the ringing telephone not to scare me to d**h
There's frosting that is piled high caking up against my gums
It's thicker than the coat of dust that's settling atop my lungs
No matter how I sift through I'll never sort your tangles
Just forget about watching over me because I am the one who guards the angels
But I swear my anger is not livid enough
And my memories are not vivid enough
And my nerves are not timid enough
And you are not forgiving enough
And I'm not really living enough to make any of this seem worthwhile
No my anger is not livid enough
And my memories are not vivid enough
And my nerves are not timid enough
And you are not forgiving enough
And I'm not really living enough to make any of this seem worthwhile
But there's gotta be some reason to find you
Aside from your hair blowing behind
You there's gotta be some reason to find you aside from your hair