These Days from Middle Man by Old Coast
Tracklist
| 11. | These Days | 4:40 |
Lyrics
More and more these days, my heart is just a punching bag,
far too old to change a thing but young enough to still feel pain. A pen within my hand. The pen begins to bleed.
More and more these days, the ink, it flows like holy wine. The pen begins to move with no excuse for every line that shouldn't be improved upon or even written down.
More and more these days, I stare into a looking glass. I don't like what I see, I don't like who I am.
The strangest thing occurs to me. The story ends.
More and more these days, I fall in fits of jealousy
as epilepsy swings through me. A cancer in the raw, dancing through my heart. The beat begins to pound.
More and more these days, I take my pills and fall asleep.
Medication flows through me but every now and then
it doesn't fill the hole. It doesn't draw me in. The page begins to burn.
More and more these days, the stories I repeat again. The cycle never ends. They end and then repeat again, are forgotten then in turn. A softly spoken word.
More and more these days, the pen begins to feed itself.
There's strength in written word and peace in subtle verse
like psychedelic strings to wind and chase through every line and get eaten then in time.
More and more these days, I stare into a watch to find
each moment swinging by like places on a highway sign.
A star begins to burn. A measurement of time. The story ends.
