he's got no depth perception we've got no place to hide I've got no way to cover myself my nerves are all untied my head is running in front of me I chase it all the way home everyone says I'm wasting time they all think I don't know he just sits there holding his jaw but sometimes I swear I can see the future I wish those birds would learn a new song cause this one's the same thing over and over at this point I'll do anything to keep myself together time stopped just for me and I'll live forever pacing in front of the station looking for something new he thinks everyone is in love with him he thinks that I am too he just sits there holding his jaw but sometimes I swear I can see the future I wish those birds would learn a new song cause this one's the same thing over and over at this point I'll do anything to keep myself together time stopped just for me and I'll live forever

I'm an aimless bystander and they visit my dreams I pray to alien gods I leave nothing to guess I can't shape my thoughts to fit through my teeth so just tell me, tell me if they don't make sense I'm your go-to optimist and I waste no time I'm your televangelist I have nothing to hide I sleep on the roof so they'll know where to find me don't you think it looks like me? oh, don't you think it looks like me? something heavy will fall through the sand cover the town level the land desert structures follow the plan one day they'll fall level the land repulsive patterns that no one can see marking the ground like some kind of disease try to forget what we saw by the trees don't you think it looks like me?

I thought I was Saint Catherine I thought I was divine I thought it was my mission I waited for a sign cause nothing gets you in until you leave yourself behind I hear it's worth it in the end I hid inside my mind cell I waited for my ring I made my life a holy hell I gave up everything cause comfort is a sin so I stick feathers down my throat it's worth it when you're there y'know self-loathing is still self-obsession saintly doesn't make it sane but they'll still follow you I thought I was Saint Catherine sometimes I still do cause nothing gets you in until you leave yourself behind you'll see, it's worth it in the end (blessing or compulsion could be sacred or demonic is misery a miracle, are we righteous or just neurotic?)

she's a would-be prophet but it's much too late to be chewing on the bones of a martyred saint and she'll take your questions if you catch her off guard so I run to meet her at the gate she says: "I miss home but that's alright 'cause that's not what I'm after everything is so much fun thank god it doesn't matter and if I turn to you and my intentions aren't quite clear tell me I remind you of someone else that's the best thing I could hear" one night I was walking and I saw an old friend and her face was exactly the same she smiled politely and she spoke like a stranger as she asked me how I knew her name you'll stare at the sun and you'll like the weather and you'll run far ahead but you won't feel better you'll think for yourself and you'll let go gladly and you'll get what you want but you won't be happy I'm so glad to see you so damn glad to see you I'm so glad

each word you say just hangs dead in the air and I wake myself up every time that I speak I keep my voice low so my point isn't clear I keep the door closed so the neighbors don't hear you went to bed cause there's nothing to do it's cold and it's almost tomorrow I'm tired of having to cover my thoughts and I lost the coat that I borrowed when I get up at night I don't turn on the light 'cause I know this place, I've stayed here a while I'm walking home and I'm counting my bones and I don't make a sound 'cause eavesdroppers step quietly I swear all the streets are misnumbered and this lot wasn't here on the way and the sky is too light for this time of the night but I'm in no hurry, I'll stop to recover I sit with myself and I think of my cells and how I will never control them I wish I could at least see them I'll stare through the fog til my eyes have adjusted and then I'll get up, I swear I'll get up but now infrared visions are flooding the sky and however I try I just can't look away I saw myself hanging in front of my desk trying to look apathetic while I pulled all my hair out the only one here with an ear and a plan keep yourself near with a rock in your hand the neighbors are watching a horror movie that's what I hear through the walls and those hands on their window are only the trees and that smoke is just smog from the refinery a girl down the block calls somebody a liar she throws something out the car window before it had time to steal 3 am's silence light fell from above and now everything's quiet she hears all my thoughts on her radio-mind so I cover my head with the ground to my face but machines in the sky send the frequency higher til dogwhistle chimes echo all through the neighborhood now it's all clear and my mind disappears when I let the last ring take me over I lay in the grass and I think of the past and I feel the light wrap up my shoulders I hope I don't get too much older and when lights from the sky come to carry me home I'll be sure to leave you something

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sometimes I remember this song that I've heard hadn't listened too close, but now I know every word and I'm tired of waiting 'cause it all stays the same but you tell me you love me so I better not change Charlotte, you're over and your secrets are known but I'd like to keep mine, or else I'll be all alone I know that I'm happy and I know what I want I take what they give me, poison or not I found her wearing my old clothes wandering the catacombs she lifts her head and stares with doubt falling to her knees she shouts: "Please show me how to tell apart what's right and what is comfortable" it's best to leave it all unknown 'cause things make more sense when they don't they'll visit like familiar dreams or someone else's memories not worth going out because nothing feels real like a movie does the change of plans was a good decision I'm not in the mood for a holy vision those tickets he sells me are worth every kick my compliance is endless and my mind makes me sick he keeps me too close and I don't know his aim but he says that he loves me so I better not change

I'd like to be self sufficient I try to reproduce by cutting off digits and if I knew I could survive without them I would cut off a finger every day and leave it out in the snow for the visitors strobing I saw it move one frame at a time that nauseating flicker from behind my eyes behind the field behind the way-too-many rocks above me with lumps like taste buds crowding the surface in 67 reflections all round my head and shapes where the sun would set open like faucets and spill light all over our new home flashbacks to tomorrow keep me up all night those dreams of forgotten spit from last time cause they don't write songs for the one who loves less and the house is a wreck and your clothes are on the floor eating away at the paint like bile I could see why you wouldn't wear them anymore I am completely self sufficient I reproduce by cutting off digits and I know they can survive without me so every day I cut off a finger and I leave it in the snow in that certain place I go to meet the visitors

static noise and former joys that cover up your eyes pray on some complacent dream to feel good all the time take the pieces you found and arrange them on the floor or make it clear that all your words mean nothing anymore leave a ribbon 'round the radio and that look across your face the fears you left out by the field are soon to be replaced with thoughts that run in circles as you pretend to sleep at night you're blinded wide awake they're far too bright to keep what made his wish so empty besides his selfish aim? he slept all through his time and mind he planned his life away pick up your perscriptions admit that you exist sometimes you gotta give in and see a specialist you never spoke with sober eyes you never could sit still you stare out like you're taking notes your plans go unfulfilled sometimes he likes to join them he comes down from the hill finds patterns in the nonsense forgets his own free will signals static voices constellations what could they mean?

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I've been thinking about the time we sat up on your roof but this is purely conditional I need the proof you told me that we would leave nothing behind you said that good weather was easy to find I'm glad that I met you now that this is through forget all the things that I said that I'd do I walk beside you you walk alone

find you in some long-lost desert I'll follow the same old sand remember the way to the ship draw a map on my hand I'll wait for the sound of your boots against the gravel by my window I'll sleep in front of the headlights lay out here in the snow you'll find me in some car wreck you'll find me in my old room I'll wait for you I'll wait for you meet you somewhere else see you somewhere else I'll wait for you I'll wait for you I'll wait for you