In The Red Lyrics - Kind Of Like Spitting

There's so much that i don't understand 

So i lay awake and analyze the night 

I have popped every pock, picked at every scab. 

The levels aren't hot enough 

It sounds so cramped and tight 

Faster than a bullet from the chamber 

From hotel beds "I love you" said to strangers, 

No matter what it meant, no matter what's implied, 

I keep wasting all my time finding signals, riding rhymes, 

Not one voice goes unaffected 

Crumbling under all the weight of critics, judges, mentors, 

Falling off the cart 

Some sunlit, show-less, hapless town, 

In the winter, the van is quiet... 

And we're crowded 

The pen is broken 

I'm bleeding on the napkin, 

All of these thoughts are inconsequential so it's over, 

It's all over, 

Hoped the Greyhound would roll over 

Down into the drink and the cops would block the streets for miles 

Crumbling under all the weight of critics, judges, mentors, 

Falling off the cart some sunlit, show-less, hapless town 

The spell I'm under blankets ear plugs 

Swelled up breath getting quicker so, 

I dog-ear pages to remember where i left off. 

I hope we grown up soon 

Before my mind goes out of tune, 

I hope we grow up soon, 

Before out lights go out 

In the winter the van is quiet...