Lyrics to Slapstick
In pen I draw an x
On each successive day
And I find myself amazed
Each time I turn the page
I write these words in pencil
So I can change them at a later date
Cause unlike the night-to-day cycle
My thoughts aren't concrete
And I never know what I should say
All I've got is what I can see
But my vision is lacking
There's a reason I'm wearing these glasses
And I've flirted with misery
Our friendship is closer than anything I would have wanted
And my blistered god damn hands
Won't play these chords anymore
Last night as I was driving home
I finally realized
As I was singing along, at the top of my lungs
To "Play Crack the Sky"
That there is no way to change the past
There will always be those wrongs and those lies
But if I want to change my future
Then today's the day I'll have to start to try
But I'm a formula
Add one part acoustic
Some poems, depression to taste
Just like an orchestra
The trumpets are playing loudly
One step out of tune
And my blistered god damn vocal chords
Won't hit these notes anymore
And I thought about going overboard
More than once
I almost tore that life vest off
But I'm here today
On that calendar, I'll turn that page
And in pen I make another cross
On each successive day
And I find myself amazed
Each time I turn the page
I write these words in pencil
So I can change them at a later date
Cause unlike the night-to-day cycle
My thoughts aren't concrete
And I never know what I should say
All I've got is what I can see
But my vision is lacking
There's a reason I'm wearing these glasses
And I've flirted with misery
Our friendship is closer than anything I would have wanted
And my blistered god damn hands
Won't play these chords anymore
Last night as I was driving home
I finally realized
As I was singing along, at the top of my lungs
To "Play Crack the Sky"
That there is no way to change the past
There will always be those wrongs and those lies
But if I want to change my future
Then today's the day I'll have to start to try
But I'm a formula
Add one part acoustic
Some poems, depression to taste
Just like an orchestra
The trumpets are playing loudly
One step out of tune
And my blistered god damn vocal chords
Won't hit these notes anymore
And I thought about going overboard
More than once
I almost tore that life vest off
But I'm here today
On that calendar, I'll turn that page
And in pen I make another cross
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