E. A St., Pts. 1 - 12 - Pastel Motel

E. A St., Pts. 1 - 12 Lyrics

She’s got a lot to say
But she’s looking now to sell
She wastes the day away
In her colored duct tape cell.
The figments in her head
Lock the door and throw the key
“Who needs friends,” she says
“With such lovely enemies?”
She says,
“There’s no place I’d rather be
Living imperceptibly.
There’s no place I’d rather find
Either way I wouldn’t mind.”
She’s got a lot to say
But no one to say it to.
She’s lying to herself.

But can’t prove that it’s not true.
She’s hatching secret plans.
No one buys them anyway.
She has a time machine
But it will leave her yesterday.
-
Sometimes she finds it worthwhile
To rewind and re-find her smile
The good times, the bad times she recalls
Prior to the fire that started it all.
She goes back in time again
-
There is something lodged into her head
She can’t fish it out
The tools are underneath her bed
In the house burning down
It burns away,
“But everything is okay.”
Stranded and astray,
“But everything is okay.”
There are no family or friends
To hold back this girl
Each insurmountable wave is a drop in an ocean on top of 
her world, and still she’ll say “Everything is okay.”
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Somewhere on East A Street
Standing there, five-foot-three,
With such sad words
So rehearsed
Her car’s “breaking down” each day
Calamity pays her way
Innocent trade in
Expression
She waves with a crooked smile
Cavalier in grace and style.
Residents speculate
They’re living in a dangerous place
Well, at night
Maybe they’re right.
I can feel the wolf’s disguise
Being pulled over my eyes
And down it floats
Around my throat
…But when the day fades
She’ll be waiting in the shade
With a rusted, old switch-blade.
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She had a look I could not ignore
Kind eyes soft lips and so much more
A fragile touch that could tame
the wildest beast
So baffled by her beauty
Appearances are misleading
I'll tell you that
Don't be naive it’ll set you back
Eyes blind to what our hearts desire
She has a tongue fit for politics 
I tell you, friend, it’s sadistic
She's so grey up in her head 
But her favorite color is crimson red
And that’s all I seem to see today
She had me in so many ways
How can she go on living this life?
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Something in her eyes
Spoils the surprise
The switch is pulled, gears spin free, 
revolving round, unstintingly
What is worse, her apathy?
Or the way she digs into me?
Her heart is like this floor
Cold, hard, decor.  
Tumble down, into the black
Below the boards,
to never come back
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“There’s no place I’d rather be
Living imperceptibly.
There’s no place I’d rather find
And either way I wouldn’t mind...”