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lyrics

tip-toeing on a piece of string
(i hope i’m over reacting)

we talk on the phone
you’re only 11 presses away

sometimes i feel pressed against the wall

but my ego wears press-on nails and
must be careful about what it puts it’s finger on
i wouldn’t want to come out wearing a costume
that costs less than i’m worth
looking shamefully over estimated and mis-under-stood

but sometimes my anxiety lives out of a suitcase
- it just won’t settle down
and worries are like land mines
hidden well, but sometimes explode
and i’m left without a leg
trying to run from my problems
my tears stay bottled up
it’s getting cold
and once this plastic cracks
i’ll have to learn how to swim
but i’m terrified of water
because the diving board keeps looking at me funny
in that non-humorous way
that has only my fears laughing
because we all tend to giggle when
shaking hands with discomfort
and i’m afraid i’ll never fall asleep if you
walk out now
but it would probably be more like getting dragged
like a small fragile child
or a newport 100 getting close to the filter
i’ll never clean this ashtray
make this bed
or vacuum the carpet
i’m scared and scared to say it
the world and everything that surrounds me
is a giant halloween mask i could
never look at in the store
because it reminded me of shit i never knew
No, don’t accelerate at green
because i’m following close behind
and that car coming from the left
is totally disregarding the red,
i’m stuck on yellow
hoping to be charismatic enough for
others to mock me
but i seem to be the only existing snail
in a field of lizards
the only speed limit sign
on a highway of impatient blind drivers
it’s all moving too fast
and i can’t find the stop button
it’s not a movie
we’re not stars
and you won’t even be given enough credit
to appear in the credits
it will all pass
and i’ll be in the car with the staring driver
But I don’t want it to
it seems like we’ve just met
and i can still remember
how much you valued family
they way we sat at dinner
the way you never wanted anyone to know
when you were hurt
the early days
and i hope my cries come home tardy
the first impressions
and second guesses, third degree burns
and i still want to anticipate the forth-coming albums
the high notes and low notes
the second guessing because at least we’re guessing at all
and i’ll put my hand on the stove for a third
of the time we spent together to replace the
emptiness i fear
that i hide from in closets under clothes, trying to
break the knob and hope someone
comes to find me
someone that looks like you
and there’s no clones
or good enough impressionists to wear your
smile like you do
so back when i would give you a hard time, i
just wanted to be held by your attention
cupped in your fingers like falling water
i’ll be the faucet all day, if
you keep washing your face
and i don’t want to write anything
that looks like this again
at least not this soon
so please keep calling

credits

from phlegm - one night stands with out of tune instruments in a room with blue wallpaper, released March 5, 2002
lyrics and vocals by Brad Hamers
production by Slomoshun

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brad hamers Portland, Oregon

writer, music-maker, collage-maker,, performance-maker, loud dreamer, mental gymnast

(member of: Through Flames, Child Of No Nation, Cat Child, Dust On Snow, Two Ton Sloth, Phlegm and Al Límite Collective)

Artist at Shrine13

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