Key Grip (Fax)
Another night in the straightaway
Got a couple more relationships to complicate
Eyes strained at a world in the rearview
Pulling my weight, wait, no brakes near you
Caught in the modern robotic
Packing my bags and I’m out like the modern man
Getting ready for the long season
I guess I’m in this for all the wrong reasons
From the Triple Rock to Thailand
Until you take me home I’m on the bill night after night
One more stitch to close the hole
This is the swagger of a ghost
Might have to light a bag of herb
And a shot of Jäger to see it all backwards
I live life lit to see my match burnt
Distract from the fact that this dagger in my back hurts
Bad bones in a cold snap
Sand through the glass
And I stand with that
I’ve got a shelf of half-read books
I’m better at reading looks
It took a year and half to make these minutes
For every second of breath in it there’s a piece of me left in it
Changing lanes, awake at 8:30
Someway today my legs are less sturdy
I prayed for rain, it came and left early
I should’ve stayed but change is just a wave in the drain
I’m young and broke
I’m running old laps around the same oak
Trying to close gaps
Waiting for a thunder clap in the same clothes
Trap doors and choked words arrested in my head
I woke up to get slept on, should’ve slept in instead
Pleasure in the pain there ain’t no rest for the dead
I’m at the point of no turning around now
The fire’s in your eyes and you’re burning me down
Gun it down, let it die, let it die, hang it dry
Blood coming out, time is running out
I take time, criticize every rap
But in a critic’s eyes I’m just sitting by riding on a back
And that’s that, tighten up the noose then we’ll see who’s puling slack
You pull the wool, I pull it back
I’m embarrassed, a twisted character carried the weight
Backtrack to only backpacks and paint
And no one wanted to know me
Now that I rap all these girls that walked on past want to hold me
How fucked up is that, it’s a mixed up twist of fate
Rotating cast, none of these actors have got my back in this play
It’s a masquerade, I don’t know if you like me for me or for that last track I made
Maybe neither like Ally Mac well I got no time for you either
Was lost but found my path so I strapped up my sneakers
And never looked behind, meddling drum peddling
Nervous mind settled in rhyme
And a heart turned away but that’s a sign of the times