Try Lyrics - Drunk Like The Bible Times - Dear And The Headlights

Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors 

The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know 

Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates 

Reciting all my rehearsed lines to your closing door 

Thought a change of scenery would make me feel better 

Moved four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the floor 

And feeling useless as a mime in a counseling session 

Here's a million mute expressions, here's the one where I choke on my words 

Then in comes the church with the answers 

Ah Ah bless me with those tired acronyms 

They look good on the overhead slide 

They're saving lives 

Works every time 

Coughing courtesy up in a month of indifference 

And lapping up the lie with an apologetic tongue 

I'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder 

Scripted adornment always kills concern 

Sick of coming home with the TV mumbling 

There used to be a time when you spoke to me with words 

I'm swearing up and down saying it's a commitment 

And toasting new beginnings saying sorry I thought it would work 

All my speech is riddled with annulment 

I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I think I should 

I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for good in November 

I don't know when I'll talk to you 

I guess when both our eyes have finally died 

I still want to try