Album: Anything Else But The Truth (2004)

Frame By Frame

Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate months against me.
The sheets are stained with evidence that our remains are now, drifting away.

I share with complete strangers my most personal of pleasures.
I scribble tidbits of useless mind info- trash, treasure.
Spend hours, at my leisure, like sharpened precise tweezers.

Shifting through in the frame by frame
I walk the same path
I'll say the same lines
I do this every time
Do this every time

Dodging armpit stench aromatic
Wrapped up in my own self-induced stress panic
I think I am the only one in this shifting through

They'll collaborate in months against me.