Not Ready Yet

It's the eve of destruction they're dropping the bomb
The countdown is rolling, go sound the alarm
Break out the black book where the secrets are kept
On a library shelf where the floor is unswept

All we are is what we say
When the camera is on and the publicist is paid
The odds are out now, better place your bet
I am not scared of death but its hard to digest
Cause I'm not ready yet

Isabell aches as she stares at the screen
She's upped her white wine and cut back the caffeine
Cracked up her car so she's hitching a ride
With her sunglasses on to block out the outside
Claims she's at work but who really knows
How much she makes or if that's where she goes

All we are is what we do
When there's no one around to reassure you
I can forgive I just can't forget
And her cigarettes lit and she knows she should quit
But she's not ready yet

My town is a time warp, an out of date scene
In sepia tones on a rag magazine
The flag on the pick up means hates still alive
And it's heard between hiccups from the drunks at the dive
Their mouths are so big, their perspective so small
I was angry at first now I'm sad overall

All we are is what we make
When the pressure is on and your hands start to shake
In a sensor light shadow I can see my own silhouette
And it's perfectly clear I should've left here
But we're not ready yet