A Fine Day To Exit

sometimes i wanna sleep in the street but it feels a little funny without you down in the basement feeling the pavement holding my stomach and sometimes i can't believe my own feet so i found another permanent address sold the old mattress keeping the changes talking to strangers i knew i could forget you that's what i'm gonna do now i'm staring at a stop sign just like the last time hey you're everything you dreamed you'd be what a civilized way to be angry locked in the attic, starting to panic wait, that's me always it's the same situation it's got to be somebody's fault but i never know what to do so let's say we put the blame on you standing in a phone booth waiting for the punch line trying not to call you just like the last time sometimes i wanna sleep in the street but it feels a little funny without you down in the basement feeling the pavement holding my stomach in and sometimes i can't belie...

Tell me something stupid Auction off my diary Life is getting esoteric Let me in your movie Each time i walk out the door Someone mixes metaphors Life is so much cleaner on the page It's like the morning when i'm dreaming And everything is so pristine It's just a seven hour movie And i'm in every scene Let me in my t.v. Get this tape to tori Got to have a subplot When i sell them my life story Maybe i should write it first And do the living later 'cause life is so much cleaner on the page It's like the time i lost my body And then i saw it on t.v. Somehow it shed a whole dimension But it still looked like me (hey! that looks like me!) Each time i write lines for it Someone improvises it Life is so much cleaner on the page Life is so much cleaner on the page