Don't know why I found myself obsessed with time
I never learnt to read minds,
Least of all my own
Cool news, no one really needs you
You were meant to tease truth
What you cultivate can't grow
This is the age of our indifference
Becoming our own victims
Just putting on a show
It's ours to miss, to hardly scratch the surface
In then out a town that I don't know
You are like another language, I stumble through the consonants and vowels
Wrap my lips 'round moving air and try to force out some coherant sound
Without an ear to hear it I assume that my words must hang there still
Lonely like the books I said someday I'd read but know I never will
Please trust that I am always nervous
And so it tends to balance itself out
You seem to think that living the dream
Will mean to just escape from what is now
But I don't, life is in the grace notes
And art is just a way to help you shout
But know this, I am not an artist
I am just a man who's sometimes loud
You are like another language, I stumble through the consonants and vowels
Wrap my lips 'round moving air and try to force out some coherant sound
Without an ear to hear it I assume that my words must hang there still
Lonely like the books I said someday I'd read but know I never will