Babbling - Still Life Lyrics

Coming down with something I suspect
Nothing works to make it better
Least as far as I can tell
I can rearrange my life to suit you more
Don't have anything this evening
Heat my dinner up by seven and then call it
I've been staring at the wall
Call it gambler's intuition but I think it's getting closer
I don't know how to prove it to you now
But I bet it won't bet long before I
Start sleeping in the closet
And I know that I can't go for much longer
Could you make the next one a little stronger, oh
Take another moment to reflect
Turn the laminate to mattress in the spring
Watching headlights start to blur
Hard to see them from this angle but you know the sound
It's a busy night
Light a candle, let it burn out
Leave me hanging on your wall
Like a still life of a Tupperware container
Half the worth of the frame
Leaning gently to one side
As the weathering gets closer to me
There's not much of a turnout
Heavy paces on my ribcage
Desire paths and switchblades
I don't know how to tell the two apart anymore
Conversations with the mirror
Haven't made my head much clearer
I spend the evening lying on the carpet floor
Star-shaped gaps up on the ceiling
Window shattered, paint is peeling
It starts to fall apart, no reason why
Putting holes into the walls
When my frame begins to fall
You don't have to give me one more try