The Strong Suit

Feels like someone dropped my eyes

in a cradle of needles

like you'd drop ice cubs in a bar glass

i stare out from behind my eight a.m. sting

through the passenger side of this rented van's dash

i am a boy, who snuck in his father's closet

put on a suit, and got hired for his father's job

and before i could push my hand

through the oversized sleeve to stop it

i was hired on the spot

and now i am a travelling salesmen

i am eeking out a living

breathing, missing, pitching, lying

i am a travelling salesmen

body fastened tight around the child

i'm swimming in it

and when i find myself

behind the wheel in my sleep

which is everynight

i realize, only thought i could drive

but i figure if i can

stay unconcious for half the day

i double my chances to get it right

just choose a destination

any destination

see the destination

to make it there just once

i wanna put one foot

in front of the other

and be one step ahead

of where i was

i don't get up

with the majority

i don't go out

with a fingernail

i don't get up

i don't get down

but i still breathe

at least for now

i don't get up

i don't go out

i don't move, won't lose

and i won't breakdown

keeping buying my suits smaller and smaller

hoping i will be demoted when they notice

keep leaving my cells in your sisters and daughters

to try and escape disguised as my own kid

i'd sell cheap encyclopedias, vacuums

i'd sell my own soul

throw open the backroom's doors and show you

that nobody knows how the cars

get us all where we're going

you can turn the wheel

but it won't be controlled

you can shake when you go out

collapse back home

the little victories

are gifts from coincidence

each sale's just a ??

the vacant chambers are infinite

you didn't get shit from the universe

until the barrel turns

to the place where the bullet waits

and everything you've earned

is reduced to its actual value

that's how you understand

the boulder always falls back downhill

each sentiment expressed

was born to recreation

and the energy can not be remade

we change its state

call our new music groundbreaking

but ??? takes

and eventually all the noise we make

will go away

but i'm just a boy in my father's suit

what do i know?

i shouldn't be here

but since i am

can i interest you in a little snakeoil?

i don't get up

with the majority

i don't go out

with a fingernail

i don't get up

i don't get down

but i still breathe

at least for now

i don't get up

i don't go out

i don't move, won't lose

and i won't breakdown