Heart attack,

jack-in-the-box

I've been here so long

I'm starting to rot.

And you're taking my fear,

selling it in jars.

Back on the playground

my blue socks are bloody

I need someone to toss the confetti

at the Ticker Day Parade,

falling for myself.

Look to the fly

she used to be pretty

don't say a word,

but shes drying out slowly

you have the answers

I have the car keys.

Lightning rod strapped to my shoulders

I'm searching through windows for right and thunder that could bring to merciful end this overdrone way.

Carpet burns up to my elbows

it's time that you learned,

I guess I should tell you,

that the things you know about me

never would come true.

Look to the fly

I used to be pretty

dont say a word

but I'm drying out quickly

you have the answers

I have the car keys