DISARMING EYES from BLUE DANCERS by Cheap City

If it’s not the caffeine, then it must be the sugar.
If it’s not the sugar, then it must be the pot.
If it’s not the pot, then it’s the alcohol.
If that’s not right then it’s the Adderall.

Still I want you, but I’m disarmed.
You took my eyes, and then you took my legs,
And then you peeled out my eardrums
But I want you. I’m disarmed.

In another life we’re more than a glance across a parking lot
When you go your way and I go mine.
Disarming eyes in my brain,
In my thoughts.
All the time.

I’m tired of feeling sick.
I’m sick of feeling tired.
I spent all day driving.
I’m so damn wired.

Did I waste my whole life hanging my brain from power lines?
Sizzled to a crisp by the static end times?
The only thing I can do to make my skin feel like skin
Is finding the worst feeling to sit around in.

If it’s not the water, then it must be the fire.
Or if it’s not the greens then it must be the blues.


And if it’s not the darkness then it must the be the light




Why can’t I figure out how to feel alright?

Still I want you, but I’m disarmed.
You took my eyes, and then you took my legs
And then you glued my eyelids shut.
But I want you. I’m disarmed.

I’m gonna be the thread ‘cause I don’t want to be the needle.
I’m gonna be the shadow ‘cause I’m not the sun.
I’m gonna be an array of telephone lines.
I’m gonna be the thing that ended before it’s begun.

I’m gonna fade away. I’m gonna fade away.
I’m gonna fade away. I’m gonna fade away.

I’m tired of feeling sick.
I’m sick of feeling tired.
I spent all day driving.
I’m so damn wired.

I’m tired of feeling sick.
I’m sick of feeling tired.
I spent all day driving.
I’m so damn wired.

• Punk
• dance-punk
• dancepunk
• Providence