Prizefighter

May 11, 2008 - 09:05 AM PST

You've got freedom all over your face
My feet are behind me yet again
And I trip, it's like I'm giving chase
I fall down and wind up where I am
It's New Years, so another needle drops
I am not a DJ but I'll learn
The player hums. He skips and then he pops
You smile like you were just making sure
Waiting for the evening to begin
I eat your tapes and wander through my head
A butterfly is parted from its pin
Whisper something I remember having said
Can't sleep enough with you always around
But I don't mind, I'm becoming the sound

O, I know what killers like: it's me
Offer me candy, I will be your man
Magic, now, I know how that can seem
Choose a card and find it in my hand

I dance a lot but I don't use those steps
Trade instruction for a little soul
The floor is hard, I'd be more than glad to slip
It breaks below and I am falling through

I talked with you the night through
And god you were a typewriter
I feel like I'm just like you
Another failure prizefighter

They'll make movies about us
A generation typecast
So we'll watch them and reminisce

About words we left unspoken
Rotting right inside our mouths
Arms and legs unbroken
Days went by, sat on our couch

You talk about your city
You talk about your modern art
And god you are so pretty
Another way to fall apart

I can't picture us fighting
I see the ground but it's just dirt
I see you are like lightning
I see you are like fireworks

House fire in my body
I am too sick to be alone
The way you look beside me
Is comfort like a dial tone

They say it's cos we're young but
We really think that something's wrong
We hang our flags upside down