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Glue - Mixing Excusess
(from the album Seconds away)
© copyright 2003

I've been writing from the inside now the outside is lonely,
There's a penalty for wasting life, I wish somebody had told me,
Before the notebooks were full this could have all been changed,
I would have been quiet and never had the nerve to complain
But instead I'm led to believe that these songs with be perfect,
If I stick to my instincts and stop being so damn nervous,
It would be easy to backwards and try to break their stares,
Me told somebody wish I life wasting for penalties a there's

I'm trying to build myself the perfect role model,
But all I have to work with here are ashtrays and beer bottles,
All these strangers have infected heart chambers,
Connecting danger and corruption with their pulpits and mangers,
Replacing blood with poison just to go out with a smile,
Maybe you should just stop asking and relax for a while,
Let me be example for my enemies to try and handle,
Because the world is copy written, protected from being sampled.
I'm candled with this damaged expression on my face,
Taken from the list of movers, so I guess I'll shake this place,
Off its tilt and be the one who finally straighten it out,
Hibernate in New Hampshire and then we can tour down south,
There is nothing new I'm giving up that can't be found again,
In a sandbox or coloring book it took all I had to say when,
It's too late to make stop and notice the bruises,
But I promise myself I would never mix drinking with excuses,
I've come to learn that even the most beautiful voice can't persuade,
A naive pair of eyes and ears to look harder and behave,
But my friends have the strength to listen,
Verifying my descriptions, adding common sense to help my quick witted decision,
Pitting me against a world of unemployed clowns and sheep,
The left over soldiers that refuse to think deep,
I'd rather cut off my hands disbanding and stop leaning,
Uprooting my tree stump from dying soil and finally stop feeding,
On dead substance keeping me awake and not alive,
And it's moving with the rat race but not in stride, besides,
I was give the answer tattooed on my left arm,
But I can't bear to read truth that's only skin deep,

Crashing on the shore with a sarcastic approach to gravity,
Smashing all of your eggshells challenging anyone to battle me,
I approach my notes with quotes from fiction writers,
Who could have told my life store in 500 words or maybe one all nighter,
This is satisfying your appetite feeding your brain new words,
For disturbed worthless purposes and keeping the lines blurred,
When the punch lines about to go and the story gets interesting,
Most people find excuses that will keep them from discussing,
I'm blasting off minor while converging until the clouds collapse,
Hanging by a moments courage or until my neck snaps,
Today I've been given the chance to make it all clear,
Living under misfits screams for the fear of living out 24 years,
We've stuck in a foolish fashion code by enemies we can't see,
Living pop culture to the fullest and forging our college degrees,
Believe me I say that I've been wandering the interface,
Collecting artifacts to bring me back to man's grace,
Maybe the only thing that's suffered musically is my taster,
Maybe hard drums and crazy patterns have limited what I create,
Maybe the facts have all been changed and I have no reason to debate,
Maybe all the answers were burned in books and hidden in crates.

I've been writing from the inside now the outside is lonely,
There's a penalty for wasting life, I wish somebody had told me,
Before the notebooks were full this could have all been changed,
I would have been quiet and never had the nerve to complain
But instead I'm led to believe that these songs with be perfect,
If I stick to my instincts and stop being so damn nervous,
It would be easy to backwards and try to break their stares,
Me told somebody wish I life wasting for penalties a there's
It could be so easy……