Still Life Lyrics

Coming down with something I suspect

Nothing works to make it better

Least as far as I can tell

I can rearrange my life to suit you more

Don't have anything this evening

Heat my dinner up by seven and then call it

I've been staring at the wall

Call it gambler's intuition but I think it's getting closer

I don't know how to prove it to you now

But I bet it won't bet long before I

Start sleeping in the closet

And I know that I can't go for much longer

Could you make the next one a little stronger, oh

Take another moment to reflect

Turn the laminate to mattress in the spring

Watching headlights start to blur

Hard to see them from this angle but you know the sound

It's a busy night

Light a candle, let it burn out

Leave me hanging on your wall

Like a still life of a Tupperware container

Half the worth of the frame

Leaning gently to one side

As the weathering gets closer to me

There's not much of a turnout

Heavy paces on my ribcage

Desire paths and switchblades

I don't know how to tell the two apart anymore

Conversations with the mirror

Haven't made my head much clearer

I spend the evening lying on the carpet floor

Star-shaped gaps up on the ceiling

Window shattered, paint is peeling

It starts to fall apart, no reason why

Putting holes into the walls

When my frame begins to fall

You don't have to give me one more try