| Lyrics Cursive Cake Standard Grace, the way a question mark tastes. Now it's like I'm out of state and I'm standing here waiting for the mirror to break. Stand tall. See the size of the rain. Know that you're missing things. I need to peel back the numbness and start swinging swords. The stoplights hang awfully low in this town, the curtains break out of character and the heroes are brown. If you're crying now from the reused, the cursive cake will be right with you. We are all under the Cursive Cake. Comfortable Banshee Oliver's Girlfriend is dancing again, there's a ring sinking in the deep end. The spiral sparkles like airplane controls in the shadow of the blood that comes from a bullethole. Then the focus of the conversation is chopped up gold with copper abrasions. The secret to my levitation is chopped up gold with copper abrasions. Are you surrounding your prayers with parentheses and cordially waving the fee? It's an empty gesture: providing the scene we move more at the reds than we do at the greens. Calendar Years, in one fell swoop All the fuzz that was alive has died and has been covered up Now the only thing there is, is the light. I can sleep inside the cold volcano logic for another day Should I blow up or get blown up? Kill a story or steal a story? Rotate? I belive the solution is to rotate. The soaring heights of a halflife, ascending higher than the wheel two noises at once, I want to give up. I look for anything to aid me with the pain; Taking in the day, living death away, but you got to know I'm looking forward to May. Rotating Rain (comfort excuse) I'm not a fan of cut off points or knowing your value in dirt The doctor held me by my feet and now you're hearing me counting to four, one two three four. The picture frame is made of ice contestants formed from marlstone. Now that we are all alone there is no one left to know use your restaurant voice. An attic full of unpublished poems collecting dust until they turn into ivory. If you're watching me crumble, there's a comfort excuse, deep down I need somebody to hold me. I love you and that's that, now that has gone so far as to breach even truth and exist in a separate state, a state that we cannot comprehend. Allies and Parks Sing a song of sci-fi and die for the right to decide what it's like to have never been alive. When you're holding your best friend in your arms while he's dying, you are finally understanding that there's no use in trying. So don't be a fool and mistakenly confuse penance and punishment. When the sound of it comes first, you've got proof that it hurts and it sends a humming through your face like a frozen sack of dirt. And though I'm mostly to blame for feeling so alone, it doesn't mean that I want to feel alone. I'm not sure where everyone got that idea from. Earnest Wheeler Inkpen worn out again, cleaned out and dying, hoover flags waving, bums on the pavement. Sand beneath my sandals, the world is indelible, I am named First and I'm under the stairs. Heaven is a sort of second nature calling me from a payphone in Lancaster Square, laughing at the air, laughing like a fool whose car is broken down and he doesn't have the tools to get it through to you, I understand you, I love the way you move, handcuffed to the moon. Cold catching up with me, laughing with the enemy, a new ethnic cleansing, heart keeps on beating my heart weighs more than it ever has before or it ever will, deadpan windowsill, elephants with gills, in it for the thrill. Brown (Brown) There's an honor in being tied to the past. Nothing ever changes, nothing ever lasts. There's not even a question, it's a fact. When you wake up your body is your home, Matter is a constant, constants never stand alone. I let the last few days get the best of me, I won't let anonymity keep me from pulling the right cord. If this is true, count to three and walk away. I should have known, I should have done it yesterday. Now I flip the switch and break open a neon dam. It makes my eyelids swing and makes my brain react and I guess I needed it. Easy Momentum Fast and as backwards as the sea. The wind between my foot and my sandal is terrifying It's me, it may not be, but it seems to be. It's me, it may not be what it seems to be, but it's me. And if you raise the singer, it doesn't mean you own the song. You can rent the gamut, but then you're on your own. Your honor the proceedings are moving too slow, I say let him go. He sings an honest song, and honest song is all you need to know. It's a well known fact that soot isn't black, it's a darker shade of fire When the survey spoke, the codes that it broke, promoted it from seargent to sire. Coach and Four She told me she's looking for true love, I said "Now, darling, All love is true." She asked me what I am unsure of, I said "Who I am in your view." She pulled off her mask to reveal where a panther nearly tore her apart. She's curious why I rarely feel. I told her I have a heart in fits and starts. In fits and starts Tessa Knapp Inside the melting face of resistance, I can spot my downfall in the distance That good gal Tess means for me the difference She was born so I would forget what gifts I've been given That Wednesday night night I was beaten by your mouth You blew not near as piercing, nor as loud. As the resonant singing of the fallen pound Lying somewhere inside my little tuneless town. The head now resting on my tainted lap is never much more than my waiting trap. She never more to me than what I lead on. What I lead onto is less than those I'll ever beat on. That Thursday night leaping, Oh how we return here So that Monday we could pull out all our pockets Pull out what we had once forgotten and stare longer than we ever have from our sockets. |