when your feet hit the ground

You're lookin' in on all of this
you're lookin' in
and you think
you can have it
I stole your lyrics
so you steal mine
Go ahead
there's nothing here
worth a dime
I'm holding out
for a million dollar check
holding out
for a good ol' time
The man in the mirror
is ugly and unshaven
he keeps wanting
to cut himself open
Drink from him
drink from his bleeding eyes
it's what he wants
what you need
what we all need
is a little release
The man with
the stop sign in his yard
only wants everything
everything but proof
He keeps telling stories
that end with a pause in the middle
they just trail off

The cold and clammy truth
has its hands all over me
it's not right or proper
to go down this way
Is it shame staring me down,
painting me so white?
Legends are made of
whatever I am not
I keep thinking
that man who lives in my house
is going to find out about me
He's going to want to
gut me like a rabbit
He's so intent, so hellbent
on snuffing all of us out
I'm the last of a breed
tenacious, with metallic skin
I've seen the others go
the way of the dodo
so I hide and sneak around
Do you know I'm here
when I don't make a sound?
sometimes hope is silent
but you can feel me
when your feet hit the ground.