These words lie stillborn in my mouth
Licking my lips to get this festering taste out
I know it sounds a bit melodramatic
But don't you dare call this a cry for help
I'm just a practiced insomniac
And I've grow a little tired of talking to myself
I've got something to say so pick up the phone
If you can spare a word I need some peace-of-mind
We're like the stories that build
We've got no place to go
A penny for your thoughts, I'll pay you back in time
I take no joy in being scolded by my TV
The papers and the Magazines all now seem to agree
I started smoking so I'd be choking
On something more than all this double-speak
You're the proof on an outside world
That I gave up on sometime late last week
I've got something to say so pick up the phone
If you can spare a word I need some peace-of-mind
We're like the stories that build
We've got no place to go
A penny for your thoughts, I'll pay you back in time
1 | Fun Size! |
2 | Buddy Holly Glasses |
3 | Pink Eye On The Red Eye |
4 | Critical Mass |
5 | Ms. Harvey's Beautiful Blues |
6 | Co-Pilot |
7 | When The Curtain Falls |
8 | Losing Sleep |
9 | In Memory |
10 | Colin Eby |