My tired eyes are blackened wicks

Razor tucked under my chin

Quit quit quitters started quitting

One last time



Take me down to the other side

Where all the lights are handed out

Mine is empty mine is shattered and powered down



How she cuts from the inside

Whispers everything's all right

She's a late star rising up

To me she shines



I'm the bellyache in time

The bootstrap cough of the family line

All that history that was never meant to be



Hold my head together with

Reconnective little pills

That look like cars and swallow everything they see



And she cuts from the inside

Whispers everything is mine

Late stars that rise above us start to shine



Concentrate so I can find myself

I can't get back all the time I wasted

She keeps an eye on me



She found my center