Lyrics
Hey Cecil, I’m bringing back the one-take tiger, simple as that
I’ve got money on it this time. aight
(Real love)
I had a feeling that I haven’t felt before and
That was my reason
As if I even fucking needed one
Never felt like a part of the plot
Been apart from the start
So separate and so dark
Sat at home, sat alone writing poems
You could die, rock or live in my dome
Like «what the fuck is a phone?»
Till it rang and I answered it Danced, took a chance with it (trust)
You could bang pots and pans with him
It was that toss-up
Rigid and stiff
You forgot you’re living dangerously
Live for any bliss
Cause you trust one, trust two, trust three four
And you must lose, bruise, cruise, bust free doors
Cause it ends, say goodbye
Make amends, maybe cry
Never that — I keep em guessing where the fuck I’m at Cause he called me Coltrane (?)
Just shaking the old chain
Wanted to beat his ass to fucking death with an old chain
I live in the same frame, my brain is on strike
Could give a shit about warm milk; I’m looking to stay
But I can’t, cause they lead even me to believe that I’d bounce ‘fore they dip
Skip town, come and see me now
You should see me now, a machine
I’m like ten feet tall, and one breath make em all fall down
I’m a monster, I’m a beast
I’ma poison the author of Wild in the Streets
I’m a riot underneath, but… I got thick skin
You only hear the chaos when I open my teeth
I get manic
A pacifist masochist smashing this capitalist wack
Spreading fast like a cancerous crash
It’s gigantic
I won’t have a hand it in, no!
(Keep a muhfuckin hole in my shoesole)
You can quote that
There’s people with broke backs
And whodats paying like 20 bucks for a mesh hat
Look around, then look back with a thinly veiled hate
You’d think it’d be lighter with all of us lifting the world’s weight (uh-huh)
But it ain’t
Never felt like a part of the plot
Been apart from the start
Cause I’m not one of them
Ambiguous, anonymous, invisible, posthumous, no Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
I find the ones with the heartbeats
And I strike back with rhythm
So come find me now
I’ll be the one to distrust and discuss
Waiting to leave you reeling
And there’s more just like me
I’m not the voice
Just one with broken shoulders
And dare I say that I’m the meanest one
Let me in, sum the actual fact
Pull me out, won’t look back
I won’t sleep
I stay up past goodbyes and stay-ups
I got guts like a butcher
All hung up, no hang-ups
I’m the pusher, pushing fast
If you listen, sing it back
I’m like Jimmy Eat World when the world bit back
And that’s it Dead once (?), so I’ll do it again
Cause these kids front stage (huh) they call themselves friends
Sick of the same faces
Them lames and brass smokes
Sometimes wanna get drunk and wake up in strange places
Remain faceless, fucking hate cases
So many so cracked, so many crooked could use braces
But I stay patient like I’m tied to a chair
And the doctor’s in the waiting room pulling my hair
Like come help me come in from the signature I’m fearing
I dot I’s, cross T’s and I’m thoroughly scared
And I panic
I panic
I panic
I panic
I calm down
(and I remember the song just goes)
Cause I’m not one of them
Ambiguous, anonymous, invisible, posthumous, no Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
I find the ones with the heartbeats
And I strike back with rhythm
So come find me now
I’ll be the one to distrust and discuss
Waiting to leave you reeling
And there’s more just like me
I’m not the force-fed (?)
Just one with broken shoulders
This one’s for, uh…
Baxter
Ten Grand
And Matt Davis
(Real love)
