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Bears In Trees

Good Rhymes For Bad Times

 

Good Rhymes For Bad Times

(album: Just Five More Minutes - 2017)


There's electrical tape around my shoes
To prevent them from breaking in two
And there's a crown on the end of my tooth
Some royal filler and some superglue
And there are broken things all over my room
Old and borrowed, stolen and used
Instruments that can't hold a tune
I recline on my mattress and become one too

I've never had satisfaction
In the chemical reactions
That happen in my head
There are faults in these cracks
They send volts then relax
Then realize the wrong message was sent
It's disillusion, and confusion
This illusion of me
Through solemn seclusion
(And my neurons' delusion)
I've come to this conclusion
That I'll never fully be

In my mind, I can't find an inclination
Or a basic impulse for self preservation
So I'll sit here, teetering and waiting
For a big gust of wind or some stabilisation
I'm treading water, I'm juggling knives
I'm doing both at the same time
Dude! Put down the blades and swim to the shore line
Well, oh God, I've tried

But I've never had satisfaction
In the chemical reactions
That happen in my head
There are faults in these cracks
They send volts then relax
Then realize the wrong message was sent
It's disillusion, and confusion
This illusion of me
Through solemn seclusion
(And my neurons' delusion)
I've come to this conclusion
That I'll never fully be

I first saw you from my plastic cage
From the wedding band at the back of the stage
In slow motion, you caught the bouquet
In slow motion, I smiled and walked away
Isn't this the same story? We've heard it before
The same melody and the same score
Well, these hairs won't stand up in my pores
These shouts of calamity are becoming a bore

I've never had satisfaction
In the chemical reactions
That happen in my head
There are faults in these cracks
They send volts then relax
Then realize the wrong message was sent
It's disillusion, and confusion
This illusion of me
Through solemn seclusion
(And my neurons' delusion)
I've come to this conclusion
That I'll never fully be
Not fully

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