False Start

Been feelin' I got a false start,
Was fumblin' for the gas,
I guess people don't get
What they don't expect...

We spend
So much time building all this up, why do
We let it rust... twisted heaps,
Fitful dreams, delivery of what we
Think we want to see, it comes right
To the doorstep, up through
The porches, thinking if-
We get closer, we'll
Get it better, but
Really we're just packed
Too close together for this
To work, dark afternoons
There's a little bit of blue, but mostly
Dark gray, dark white, there's for most
Some source of light
Up there, comin'
From somewhere, doesn't
Really meet our smiles
Every day defines a new way to say
Us vs. them
More than two hands to count a total of ten,
And it's not often...

I need a way out...
I need a day off.
I need a way out...
I need a day off.

Well it's
Hard for me to settle
Between my eyes, I've got
Five different sets of
Ten different kinds and
I'm still dreaming
In the back of my mind,
Frame it in close
It's an insect's sight...
Double once more in my glass, so
I can see nothing but the
Dark that wants to stay home
Intrepid soul's got a messy heart, and a
Type A heat... It's too late to sleep, it's
Too early to wake, like a
Dish clatter on a copper plate, and I
Do not believe
What I am supposed to

These contradictions keep me
Dyin' alive...
These contradictions keep me
Dyin' alive;
These contradictions keep me
Dyin' alive...
These contradictions keep me
Dyin' alive.