Lyrics:

I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter

with shattered glass in my voice

writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still

counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket

in fact I make love with electric outlets

In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead;

when I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus us

the battle wages over future addictions

Something's missing, and I can't quite focus on it

Oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams

They'll never find me as long as I keep smudging off into the background

And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see

who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight

so they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches

(Why is everybody sleeping on benches?)

I've been a rock as long as I've lived

since everything has to be a nobel prize winner

I should've quit when I saved the ozone

I should have known if I can't feel the ones I came with, it's a good time to rest

and hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in

Barely alive, and you want me to lighten up?

Make an angel on the beach or pick a boquet in your garden

Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano

record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands

Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time

watching friends drag by 'cause they can't look at the scars under your eyes

Burned to hell covered by locusts, they're trying to quote us

now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless titles

I won't forget, the little things escape

through the pores in my skin so I can pour it on thick

And watch them scurry to escape the glass, leave the collection

and have a life of their own, well get rich you'll hate it too..

I promise..



[Chorus]

In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms

it's not that heavy, make pretend

it's someone else's party, what a gas



Shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet

At this present elevation, I can't see past my feet

between God's bald spots where the sky stops

I'm one of the Earth's latest gallstones

despite all the America going on, it's all Rome

Go get unstuck, don't lose sleep 'til you cant find solace

in the fact that you can barely control yourself. Let alone

we're all tied down; since our wings got clipped, and lately can't sing enough

In the party that never ends, 'cause no one knows how to clean up the mess

What's up with all the gags?

Everyone around me has these holes drilled through 'em

and someone on the other side is trying to figure it out. Dying to be someone

killing to be recognized as something that you're not

Well since we're all so into introductions, don't forget your names

Since you love yourself so much, keep it away from me

'Cause I've baked under artificial lights with artificial girls

and that sinking feeling there's someone sleeping inside my sleepless body

Quit playing kid games with your old tongue

'til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from. Here's one:

I live in the city and leave everything alone, yesterday it was all TV

After all is said and done, we barely have memories

so I write what I feel, sue me if it's empty

Imagine that, I'm barely human, I'm barely human..



[Chorus]

In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms

it's not that heavy, make pretend

it's someone else's party, what a gas