there's so much that i don't understand
so i lay awake and analyze the night
I have popped every pock, picked at every scab.
The levels aren't hot enough
It sounds so cramped and tight

faster than a bullet from the chamber
from hotel beds "i love you" said to strangers,
no matter what it meant, no matter what's implied,
i'll keep wasting all my time finding signals, riding rhymes,
not one voice goes unaffected

crumbling under all the weight of critics, judges, mentors
falling off the cart, some sunlit, show-less, hapless town
in the winter, the van is quiet
and we're crowded
the pen is broken
i'm bleeding on the napkin

all of these thoughts are inconsequential so it's over,
it's all over
we hoped the greyhound would roll over
down into the drink and the cops would block the streets for miles

crumbling under all the weight of critics, judges, mentors
falling off the cart, some sunlit, show-less, hapless town
the spell i'm under blankets ear plugs
swelled up breath getting quicker so
i dog-ear pages to remember where i left off

i hope we grown up soon
before my mind goes out of tune
i hope we grow up soon
before out lights go out

in the winter the van is quiet


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    General Comment"In The Red, Enjoy The View, and All Hail! are all about going on tour with bands who eventually kicked me out. Vanderslice, The Thermals, even Kind Of Like Spitting. I’ve fucked up so much, but I wrote it all down. Well, I haven’t written it all down. If I did, none of my friends would talk to me anymore."
    charcoalsketchon July 24, 2006   Link

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