Lately, I don't think you feel me
Like I think I feel you
Take off the make-up
And let me see you

Space-y, like Ronald Raygun
Trickle-down depression
I put a brave face on
So I can get through

Distance (or lack of closeness)
Or lack of romance, growing up, or little moments
I miss the little moments

Progress, a vast oasis
Over the horizon
I'm tired of waiting 
For something better to happen
Won't something better just happen?

Ronald Raygun

I've got no future in this place
No one seems to feel when time stands still
I try to shrug my shoulders just in case
Someone tries to pick me out

You, you've got it all figured out
I wish I could take the risk
"Just speak up, they'll think you know what you're talking about"
"Put a smile on your face"

Prying eyes glimpse a final resting place
Unbeknownst to the grave
In a corner of a corner of the world
Lips grow tired of the lingering taste

A dream, or a memory
Takes me away to never ever ever land
I keep on repeating all the words that are still inside my head

Sputter

Put on your green jacket, go running through the woods
Your body's not where you left it, baby

Moonless sky is your black dress, torn at your ankles
When you're the terror, that's how it goes

Little Miss see-through and listless, wandering in circles
Got some unfinished business, do ya?

The earth reclaims what it wants to, and that's the thing with these old bones
They ain't what they used to be, oh yeah

(Don't waste your death) Don't waste your death
(Don't waste your death) Like you wasted life

Don't Waste Your Death

I was a diamond ring, you were a mockingbird
I made the baby cry. He didn't get either.
You were a Hitchcock Blonde, and I was Jimmy Stewart
Looking out your window, dead eyes and open mouth

I think I'm Jesus Christ, but can I save myself?
And if it's do or die, I guess IU'll look for help
I need a Black Mariah to capture every word
If I'm to be forgot, let it be in motion

So come one, come on, put on your sneakers
This town is for the birds 
Maybe a change of pace and clothes could ignite the light in you
I'll keep the lights on all night, board up the closet door
Sleep on the carpet to curb my acrophobia

The silver screen at night, a flashing wall of pictures
You'll enter from stage- right, I'll run the projector 
It's a thankless job, existing in the world
Am I good enough to warrant second words?

(chorus)

Disappointing reaction-- no cameras, no curtains
My thoughts like molasses on the floor
I wake up uncertain. I wake up alone
No spotlights or flashbulbs in Hollywood

(chorus)

Hitchcock Blonde

I'm not in my own field of vision
Because I'll never see my face
Familiar stranger's my reflection
Asphyxiate without my space

My lungs are bursting with my freedom
But All I ever have is time
The weight of years propel me forward
If I can overcome these lies

I don't want to rule the world (x2)
I don't want to rule the world all alone
I don't want to rule the world

A paralyzing indecision
A lack of precision and grace
I wasn't born to be a person
What do I have that's worth saving?

The devil here is in the details
Inhabiting my idle hands
Waiting for me at the crossroads
Regardless of my scattered plans

(chorus)

I Don't Want to Rule the World

Meet me, we'll get high on the cliffside
We can, we can drink in the meantime in the house on Scarboro

If you were the old me, you would have told me
"Life couldn't get much better"
Will you think of me only as tired and phony
Life couldn't get much better than that

It's obscene how the time passes us by
Day turns into night turns to half-light
Turns to rum, turns to Jack and Coke

(chorus)
(chorus)

Scarboro

Under gray sun's flimsy smoking tentacles
Metal made to shine now it's all monochrome
Where the old souls drown out all the other ones
And my feet keep time with the drag of my heels
Like n old-school Flintstones rerun episode
All the scenes rewind and unspool from the wheel
How I stay upright I will never know
But my feet keep time with the drag of my heels

Some with eyes closed tight or staring at their toes
Tracing crippled lines within vacuous fields
Blessed wildlife cursed with something more 
So irrational but in search of the real
So in vain, I try to remove myself
Not a fan of life, but I see the appeal

Windows appear dark on the outside
Through the glare, shapes and shadows move inside
Parchment turns to ash in the bright light
Sad songs seem to echo at midnight
Phantoms, withered selves of a past life
Specters brought to light at the wrong time

The Sprawls 

Old Souls

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A Rochester band that plays badass Rock n' Roll songs

The Sprawls

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