It's more than fists and phases
It goes beyond life's little changes
It's not enough
Banks, bombs, coffee shops and everything I own
I can't even think a second without my thoughts coming down to wreck it
Spirits been gone for months
When is it coming home?
These hangups alone are cutting me down,
hurting my ears,
chomp at the bit and bite at the masses
Forgot whose in control
I'm killing what kills
Healing what hurts
Smile at the world
Destroying these feelings
Everyday I miss it
I practise petty fucking myths to fix it
Just for a while
Shelve it with the rest of me
Next to the faith I've loaned
I sore my throat to get it
I tune it in and turn it up to forget it
That's how it happens
Stage fright therapy is the only help I own