Father died now you can paint your face, mother dies you can keep your place however you want. Some day you'll die and I'll die too and someone else will do whatever they do wherever they want, whenever they want. What kind of man agrees to this? To take all his time and confidence? Still his time is leaving so it's so, so, so slow but it goes so, so, so fast. Father died, now you take his place. When mother dies you can keep your place however you want. Some day you'll die and I'll die too and everyone around will do whatever they do but everyone lost, and everyone lost. What kind of man agrees to this? Take all his time and confidence? Still love you say you're so, you're so, it feels so so so slow but it goes so, so, so fast. Don't want you feeling bad. Don't want you feeling bad. I'll be the way you were before. I'll be the son who wanted more. I don't think now, I just go, go, go. If I go go go, would you ask? What kind of man agrees to this? Take all his time and confidence? Still love you say you're so, It feels so, so, so slow, but it goes so, so, so fast.
How can you stand me, when I just toss and turn? When I stay up every night just to try and make it work? I'll break it down, I do it all the time babe. I'll tear it down, I do it all the time babe. So I'm asking, how you stand me, and all my songs? About the ways I still regret all the things I wish I'd done? I'll tear it down, I do it all the time babe. I'll break it down, I do it all the time babe. So I'm asking. Love if I can't save myself from drowning under water, and I can't find another way to fill my bones, how can you stand me?
Velvet walls seeping through the backs of things. Nothing falls, but nothing ever stood up straight. Trouble that I don't look for, and pain that I don't need. Things that I didn't plan for bring me to heel. Black as dark and lacking heart. Souls in parts stretch though their ends to where they start. My skin and heart thinning down the winning way. Until I pull apart all the signs and clear the way for the way I feel.
I feel loose like I felt then. Who else is gonna win it back for me? I've been living my life as some other guy. I've been living my days as somebody's son whose soul knows better. See I lose when I lose the goal. I lose just to choose control. What did I lose just to soothe the soul? Well bruised, still searching. One brain. Too many 'shoulds' are stamping on my name. I still got time, still got reasons to try. But peace only hangs in a purple sky for souls who know better.
I see you're alone, I see you get crushed down the middle. You must know, everyone's got something. So hate this, and save this. You're a success, you confess, is when you slide to the left, or leave it alone, so why you ever got to go, get crushed? I'll let you go, just swear to stay out of the middle. Find a home, everyone's got that one thing. Feel the crush in the middle of the city. In your car hundred-ten degrees. You get rushed all around this busy, but you can't get where you need. So your foot sits baking on the metal. On the crawl from La Brea to the 10. And the sun keeps cutting through the palm trees. And the cars keep cutting in. Feel the crush in the middle of the city, And the push to the western sea. You can move through all the middle of a city, but you'll never get what you need.