Revisionist

There's a tick in my membrane
Saying that he can get me fixed up
He'll take care of everything and
Tell me I never loved anyone...
That I could steal ideas
That I could steal ideas
That I could steal ideas
That seem better than my own kind
Yeah

I drill where it sparks up
Split through case and collagen
Say something just to say something
Make sure I didn't go too far in
Now I'm replacing all these links in sequences
It seems things are going my way

But the picture's weak
Everything's a copy that I'm copying
Now the static creeps
And it replaces you with who —

I hope I'm not a case study
I hope they don't put my brain in a tank
And poke holes in the holes I've made
I hope they don't find my memory tapes
Because
I grow thorns on my tongue when I speak
I grow burs on my lungs when I breathe
I've been selling a pipe dream through my teeth
And now
I'm buying in because

It seems so nice
To reckon you're the good kind
I reckon I'm a good time

But I dug too deep
I ripped up flowers when I wanted weeds
Now the soil's clean
And there's nothing left to see
And the picture's weak
Everything's a copy that I'm copying
Now the static creeps
And it replaces you with who I hoped you'd be

All I see are photographs
With faces that don't match your heart at all

I feel you leaving
You're missing something
You're fading quickly
Oh god...

All I see are photographs
With faces that don't match your heart at all

I'm only vapor
A breeze across your lips
No memory of this