Cramped

There's so much that I don't understand
So I lie awake and analyze the night
I've popped every pop, 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 ten strangers
No matter what it meant, it seems like such a lie
So I am spending all my time finding signals, writing rhymes
Not one voice goes unaffected
Crumbling under all the weight of critics, judges, mentors
Falling off the cart, some sunlit showless hopeless town
And in the winter the van is quiet and we're crowded
The pen is broken, I'm bleeding on a napkin
All of these songs are inconsequential so it's over
It's all over
You hoped my 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 showless hopeless town
The spell I'm under blankets, earplugs swell up, breath gets quicker so
I dog-ear pages to remember where we left off
I hope we grow up soon, before my mind goes out of tune
I hope we grow up soon, before my lights go out
And in the winter the van is quiet