It's Gettin' Easy - Dear and the Headlights

In this act I’ll disguise those dead eyes, stretch tight the lips,

a glistening gum line

Mouth curtains pulled I shine

My yellow stage light smile distracting

Dancing puppets on short saliva strings

So you’ll find comfort in a lie

My overbite clenched, set in place

Like a stack of polished bright white dinner plates

Hand in my pocket, straight jacket mind

It’s getting easy

I wish I had a single thought the least bit legitimate enough

To open up my mouth and spit accuracy

It’s getting easy

In this act I’ll disguise those dead eyes, lay flat the tongue

Let the supplement slide down

Everything is fine

And my brain is cloudy, leveled out

The pill dissolved

It’s flushing out everything I care about and not replacing it with anything

substantial

So I’m on my hands and knees

Like a martyr calling out his final plea

The executioner looks exactly like me, it’s me

It’s getting easy

My overbite clenched so tight

Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white

Hands at my sides, straight jacket mind

It’s getting easy

I wish I had a single thought the least bit legitimate enough

And I wish I had a single thought the least legitimate enough

And I wish I wasn’t on my hands and knees

Like a martyr calling out his final plea

The executioner looks exactly like me, it’s me

It’s getting easy

In this act I’ll disguise those dead eyes

Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white

Hands at my side, straight jacket mind, alright

It’s getting easy