Kind Of Like Spitting - In The Red Lyrics
There's so much that i don't understandSo i lay awake and analyze the nightI have popped every pock, picked at every scab.The levels aren't hot enoughIt sounds so cramped and tightFaster than a bullet from the chamberFrom hotel beds "I love you" said to strangers,No matter what it meant, no matter what's implied,I keep wasting all my time finding signals, riding rhymes,Not one voice goes unaffectedCrumbling under all the weight of critics, judges, mentors,Falling off the cartSome sunlit, show-less, hapless town,In the winter, the van is quiet...And we're crowdedThe pen is brokenI'm bleeding on the napkin,All of these thoughts are inconsequential so it's over,It's all over,Hoped the Greyhound would roll overDown into the drink and the cops would block the streets for milesCrumbling under all the weight of critics, judges, mentors,Falling off the cart some sunlit, show-less, hapless townThe spell I'm under blankets ear plugsSwelled up breath getting quicker so,I dog-ear pages to remember where i left off.I hope we grown up soonBefore my mind goes out of tune,I hope we grow up soon,Before out lights go outIn the winter the van is quiet...