Revisionist - Stay Inside

There’s a tick in my membrane

Saying that he can get me fixed up

He’ll take care of everything and

Tell me I never loved anyone…

That I could steal ideas

That seem better than my own kind

I drill where it sparks up

Split through case and collagen

Say something just to say something

Make sure I didn’t go too far in

Now I’m replacing all these links in sequences

It seems things are going my way

But the picture’s weak

Everything’s a copy that I’m copying

Now the static creeps

And it replaces you with who—

I hope I’m not a case study

I hope they don’t put my brain in a tank

And poke holes in the holes I’ve made

I hope they don’t find my memory tapes, because

I grow thorns on my tongue when I speak

I grow burs on my lungs when I breathe

I’ve been selling a pipe dream through my teeth, and now

I’m buying in because

It seems so nice

To reckon you’re the good kind

I reckon I’m a good time

But I dug too deep

I ripped up flowers when I wanted weeds

Now the soil’s clean

And there’s nothing left to see

And the picture’s weak

Everything’s a copy that I’m copying

Now the static creeps

And it replaces you with who I hoped you’d be

All I see are photographs

With faces that don’t match your heart at all

I feel you leaving

You’re missing something

You’re fading quickly

Oh god…

I’m only vapor

A breeze across your lips

No memory of this