We're led by denial like lambs to slaughter, serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water.

Feel free to listen, feel free to stare.

Playing show after show is like my bread and butter.

We get a little further from perfection, each year on the road, I guess that's what they call character, I guess that's just the way it goes, better to be dusty than polished, like some store window mannequin, why don't you touch me where i'm rusty, let me stain your hands

The bathroom mirror has not budged, the woman who lives there can tell the truth from the stuff they say and looks me in the eye- says do you prefer the easy way? No? Well ok then, dont cry.

I don't need anyone to hold me, I can hold my own.

and I try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time.