The Strong Suit

Cex

feels like someone dropped my eyes 
in a cradle of needles 
like you'd drop ice cubs in a bar glass 
i stare out from behind my eight a.m. sting 
through the passenger side of this rented van's dash 
i am a boy, who snuck in his father's closet 
put on a suit, and got hired for his father's job 
and before i could push my hand 
through the oversized sleeve to stop it 
i was hired on the spot 
and now i am a travelling salesmen 
i am eeking out a living 
breathing, missing, pitching, lying 
i am a travelling salesmen 
body fastened tight around the child 
i'm swimming in it 
and when i find myself 
behind the wheel in my sleep 
which is everynight 
i realize, only thought i could drive 
but i figure if i can 
stay unconcious for half the day 
i double my chances to get it right 

just choose a destination 
any destination 
see the destination 
to make it there just once 
i wanna put one foot 
in front of the other 
and be one step ahead 
of where i was 

i don't get up 
with the majority 
i don't go out 
with a fingernail 
i don't get up 
i don't get down 
but i still breathe 
at least for now 
i don't get up 
i don't go out 
i don't move, won't lose 
and i won't breakdown 

keeping buying my suits smaller and smaller 
hoping i will be demoted when they notice 
keep leaving my cells in your sisters and daughters 
to try and escape disguised as my own kid 
i'd sell cheap encyclopedias, vacuums 
i'd sell my own soul 
throw open the backroom's doors and show you 
that nobody knows how the cars 
get us all where we're going 
you can turn the wheel 
but it won't be controlled 
you can shake when you go out 
collapse back home 
the little victories 
are gifts from coincidence 
each sale's just a ??? 
the vacant chambers are infinite 
you didn't get shit from the universe 
until the barrel turns 
to the place where the bullet waits 
and everything you've earned 
is reduced to its actual value 
that's how you understand 
the boulder always falls back downhill 
each sentiment expressed 
was born to recreation 
and the energy can not be remade 
we change its state 
call our new music groundbreaking 
but ??? takes 
and eventually all the noise we make 
will go away 

but i'm just a boy in my father's suit 
what do i know? 
i shouldn't be here 
but since i am 
can i interest you in a little snakeoil? 

i don't get up 
with the majority 
i don't go out 
with a fingernail 
i don't get up 
i don't get down 
but i still breathe 
at least for now 
i don't get up 
i don't go out 
i don't move, won't lose 
and i won't breakdown
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