[slug.]nyou act smart, while i act dumbnbut i know some that still lay under my thumbnsee, we've got issuesnwe swing our fists for whateverntrying to keep the tempo down to the gristlenthey like the small talk, as long as it's about younthey walk that walk, without knowing how toni watch it all, and pretend that i'm above itnbut the truth is, i see her i need it i love itnn[sage francis.]ni'm stuck with random stray hairs, from ex-loversnentangled in each other's desire to stay here beyond their welcomensharing the same common problemnblonde and brunette tightly knitnand i don't fit in with split endsndidn't have to worry about them taking me from my dividendsnpayed my dues spending time by myselfnshe was with her friendsnmingling with single mennsay things like hitting skins to themnthinking it's innocent but then giving me guilty grinsnswimming with filthy finsnknocking boots, kicking my shinsnshark infested water torture treatment get beat by the timbalandsnfeet is shivering walking on cold ragenroses like unrelationships, too impatient to die of old agenn[slug.]nyeah, remeber when you knew all the answers?nwell something shook until you thought you had the questionsnfor all the time and effort you've investedni find it kind of funny that you haven't learned your lessonnstill guessin'nthe whisper of the leaf, the rustle of the bitchnwhen there is no love, nothing makes you richnso i give a shrug, and the eye muscle twitchesnin replace of a hug and a lack of superstitionsnn[chorus]nstop thinking you don't belong here.nyou are where you are 'cause you hardly move.nthe music is not gonna' stopntake your eyes of the chairn'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as younhow many seats will the rock bottom accommodate?none, too, many people who share nothing but viewsnmisery is willing to keep companynwith those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoesnn[sage francis.]nso now they swap soulsnthey got soul, fuckin' uninspirednthey drive low under the fire of sky divesnit got old and now they wanna' go highernbut cops control every single empire with tripodsnn[slug.]nso video, did kill the radio starnnow we're all so cute and drive brand new carsnwe make music so you can lose your mindsnwe do the crimes, so you can do the timesntell me who can get busy like this mannwell the truth isndamn near anyone cannso i'ma buy you some implants and a suntannlet's follow the plan and get some fat off the landnfuck this little rapper, treat me like a crooknmaybe if you knew me, you wouldn't sing my hooknyou'd think i was so ugly, you'd be afraid to looknbut maybe if i'm lucky, i'll get a chapter in your bookndoing fine thanks for askingnstanding as the last mannpopping bubbles and aspirinnready, set, action, remove your dressnso we can make a messnand hit the world with a little bit of stressnn[sage francis.]nlet's head talk these winds until theynstrengthen for getting footworknmaking power moves on ceilings with head spinnit unravels the bloody ground, revealing red sinnwe created hierarchy, now there are no kings in heavennfatty acids added to the asthma medicinenbreathing heavy at the gates make them have to let us innlike implying we've been trying our hardestnusing everyone elses' honest way of dying as an armrestni promise broken over dislocated kneecapsnand it's harmless jokes that provoke freak accidentsnlaugh at that lapdancer who strips off confidenceni live off of hope, and providencenn[slug: communication tactics are all fucked up. don't blame me i had nothing to do with this.]nn[slug.]nyou play the same damn records everydaynno wonder you believe you'd never get awaynyou wear the same pair of jeans you woke up innkeep the music coming, keep the movements suddenni watched you dance every street of this cityni feel no pitynyou laid the carpetnyou made the target by yourself, little helpnnow loosen up the belt and straighten up the apartmentnfinish that book that you never even startedntake a look at that face that hates to look backnset the oven on bake take a pen out the racknseason up your past put it in and cook thatnn[chorus.]nstop thinking you don't belong here.nyou are where you are 'cause you hardly move.nthe music is not gonna' stopntake your eyes of the chairn'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as younhow many seats will the rock bottom accommodate?none, too, many people who share nothing but viewsnmisery is willing to keep companynwith those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes