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Ring, I'm up

Too dazed to look around

Nothing's moved on its own

All things are where I left them



Crashing into the windows

The street below is pop-wild

Advertise to desensitize

I only need one eye open



Why fight what we do not understand

All things kill us a little faster

Each and every good thing has a consequence

You can't stop me from sampling the questioned process



Wrong number

I'm aware, I may as well start walking

This isn't the sky's real color

That's the low-carb color formation



Everybody seems cut in half or over-sized

Isn't there anyone left sitting down to earth?

I'm not stopping my search, but I feel a little desperate

I haven't noticed a traceable signal in nearly a year



There's several thousand attractive features

But nobody seems to stand out from the collective

It makes me a little less enthusiastic as days flood by

And God help me, I feel like I'm succumbing to either side



My eyes feel as if they're filled with neon lights

The people are getting brighter but they've gotten distorted

The sidewalk's cracks are less visible as I trudge along

Bumping shoulders doesn't seem like a serious offense anymore



A soda spill on my jacket as my pant-leg catches aflame

I haven't really noticed, you obviously have

You're more then willing to point out every little fault

And I'm less then able to listen and give a shit all at once



Honesty is said to be the best policy

But you get oh so angry when I answer your questions

I haven't offended you with the truth, right?

It's what you ask for, it's what you get



Maybe that's just insentive to become a liar

Perhaps everything's so defined that deceit's the new trend

And it keeps getting harder to pay attention

It's getting too hard to keep my eyes open



This'll be another night

Where I wake up ten miles from home without awareness or shame

I've got a rather good sense of direction

But my memory went a long time ago.