I am out here studying stones
Trying to learn to be less alive
Using all of my will
To keep very still
Still even on the inside
I've cut all of the pertinent wires
So my eyes can't make that connection
I am holding my breath
I am feigning my death
When I'm looking in your direction

I've faced that demon from my past and got a new one added to the list...
that was just too much to take for one single night. why do you guys have to be so emotion-controlling? why do you have to stomp around like bulls in a china shop?

and I, what did I do? I tried to drown my emotions in alcohol and succeeded in drowning myself in only two beers. beer and emotion don't go well with each other. and when the world finally stopped turning I went to pray to the porcellain god...


'Course numb is an old hat
Old as my oldest memories
See that one's my mother
And that one's my father
And that one in the hat, that's me
It's a skill I'd hoped to abandon
When I got out on the open road
But any more pent up emotion
And I think I'm gonna explode