Cex At Arm's Length - Cex

Caught in a dream

But never come home

Always around the corner

Another corner waits

Caught in…

You could say i’m an avante-gard composer

Cuz there aren’t any notes in a single one of my note books

As soon as i find a way to play these reams of sheet music

With an instrument that’s new and uses a scale of crossed out words

Regret and embarresment instead of guitar chords

And i’m sure it’s just a matter of seconds

Before i’m rich on MTV, pack th place with kids

To sing my songs with, and bite their tounges along with me

I never got a messege in a dream

I’ve come back but never come home

Always around the corner

Another corner waits

Caught in…

This was supposed to be a release

And now it’s quiete easily the most stressful piece of my existence

My trip overseas, i was scared shitless

The second time only felt an overpowering indifference

Now my third is iminent, and i just feel sick

I’m the guy in the doctor’s office

«doctor, it hurts when i do this»

You weigh less than your own shaddow

I was barely a stick to start with

Now i’m outdone by the sum

Of all the splinters i’ve discarded

And none of my friends know who i am, it’s our arrangement

I kept cex at arm’s length to try and keep the real ryan safe

For every dodgeball thrown, every night with cameras rolling

There’s bright lines drawn around all of the shit we leave unspoken

My confessions could fill stadiums, but still

My heart’s buried under baltimore, and i think i’ve fogotten where

I could tear up the city trying find it but knowing myself

I’d just probably lie in the cavity with straw and disappear

I never got a messege in dreams

I’ve come back but never come home

Always, arond the corner another corner waits

Caught in perpetual low