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Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors
The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know
Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates
Reciting all my rehearsed lines to your closing door
Thought a change of scenery would make me feel better
Moved four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the floor
And feeling useless as a mime in a counseling session
Here's a million mute expressions, here's the one where I choke on my words
Then in comes the church with the answers
Ah Ah bless me with those tired acronyms
They look good on the overhead slide
They're saving lives
Works every time
Coughing courtesy up in a month of indifference
And lapping up the lie with an apologetic tongue
I'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder
Scripted adornment always kills concern
Sick of coming home with the TV mumbling
There used to be a time when you spoke to me with words
I'm swearing up and down saying it's a commitment
And toasting new beginnings saying sorry I thought it would work
All my speech is riddled with annulment
I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I think I should
I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for good in November
I don't know when I'll talk to you
I guess when both our eyes have finally died
I still want to try
The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know
Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates
Reciting all my rehearsed lines to your closing door
Thought a change of scenery would make me feel better
Moved four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the floor
And feeling useless as a mime in a counseling session
Here's a million mute expressions, here's the one where I choke on my words
Then in comes the church with the answers
Ah Ah bless me with those tired acronyms
They look good on the overhead slide
They're saving lives
Works every time
Coughing courtesy up in a month of indifference
And lapping up the lie with an apologetic tongue
I'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder
Scripted adornment always kills concern
Sick of coming home with the TV mumbling
There used to be a time when you spoke to me with words
I'm swearing up and down saying it's a commitment
And toasting new beginnings saying sorry I thought it would work
All my speech is riddled with annulment
I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I think I should
I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for good in November
I don't know when I'll talk to you
I guess when both our eyes have finally died
I still want to try
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useless as a mime in a counseling session... awesome
the second to last line should be "i guess when both our eyes have finally dried."
Thought a change of scenery would make me feel better Moved four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the floor.
lyrical masterpiece!
The songwriter is stuck in his own head. Trying to fake confidence and self-esteem, only to be let down time and time again really has hit him hard. As he tries to run away from all his problems, he realizes that the problems he was running from are all in his head. Also, a very strong fear of commitment seems to be controlling his actions. He's always got one foot out the door, but when it comes time to leave it all behind he is second guessing himself; "I still want to try."
"Here's a million mute expressions, here's the one where I choke on my words"
this is surely one of my favorite dear and the headlights songs, for some reason i can relate to this song, espically the end..
"I guess when both our eyes have finally died I still want to try "
An amazing song on an amazing album!