Well, I smoked my
Throat out last night
Hoping you'd call
Or just stop byNow, I'm wheezing
Like the Oakland sky
Feeling like
The rusted tracks
And forgotten dream
Of the old train linesIt's a perpetual stone
In my shoe
One that I'll always
Be trying to shake loose
An ache in my chest
And a thorn in my sideMore than a scratch
Beneath this skin
Somewhere between
The beginning and the endI don't feel a lot lately
I don't feel whole lately
I don't feel much lately
That's how I hide
That's how I hideYou wrote it down not to
Draw attention to yourself
You let the pilot just
To blow it outHere the conversation's
Always too loud
And we're as pathetic as the jumper
That listens to the crowdTo say I miss you
Wouldn't be enough
I feel like Tom Waits
Singing, 'Diamonds and rust'
And I'm as pathetic as a junkie
Who knows what he doesIt's a perpetual stone
In my shoe
One that I'll always
Be trying to shake loose
An ache in my chest
And a thorn in my prideMore than a scratch
Beneath this skin
Somewhere between
The beginning and the endI don't feel a lot lately
I don't feel whole lately
I don't feel much lately
But that's how I hide
That's how I hide