Track 11 (Scratched Out)

Track 11 (Scratched Out)

Matches (The)
(album: E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals)

wake up and waste a day
chase away
a day at a time
and waste away
clean-faced today
clean taste today
toothpaste makes my
orange juice sour
waste an hour
or so
my shower
is slow
the flowers
that grow
outside of my window
are blooming
I´m assuming
that you´re comin´ over soon
it´s almost half past four
and you called here at noon
´cause there´s a picture
that you wanna see
now I´m not even good at
being me
anymore.

She got nicotine-basted
lungs
wasted thumbs
and one of them asphalt
tastin´ tongues
she wakes up
to alarm
her make-up
is still on
and she can´t remember
why she set the damn thing
her heart is a machine
art is meant to be seen
not felt
not heard
it´s just paint
they´re just words
and fingers are for feeling
fists are for beating
scabs are for healing
and blood is for bleeding
that´s just how
I used to be
but I´m not even good at
being me
anymore.

I wake up and waste an hour
pace and glower
at the TV set wasting power
and aching in my head
I´m banking in the red
and compulsively charging cd´s to my account
So come out
Jenny
It´s getting late
You Jersey girls like to make boys wait
now it´s too late
in the day
for a matinee
and I ain´t got the
money to pay
for you anyway
what should I say?
I know it ain´t how it
used to be
but I´m not good
at being me
anymore.