8.11.10

something's missing
i must be lazy
cars are driving faster
it doesn't phase me

telephone rings
i couldn't care less
your voice is breaking up
the signal is stressed

put your coat on
the weather's changing
everything is poison
don't start complaining

walk the streets you grew up on
but you don't take a stand
set your eyes on the colors
but you don't understand

i can feel it in my bones when the words aren't spoken
doctor doctor something must be broken

things are filling up fast and shutting down
like the schools and minds we thought were so sound

we still live here
though we try not to
we tell our parents what
they said we should do

it's longer now
the road out of town
because there is no more
money in the ground

our friends are bored
stuck in their bedrooms
losing the words they've used
waiting their turns to fill a tomb

things are filling up fast and shutting down
like the schools and minds we thought were so sound

i can feel it in my bones when the words aren't spoken
doctor doctor something must be broken

walk the streets you grew up on
but you don't take a stand
set your eyes on the colors
but you don't understand

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