Chris Bracco - No Time Flat lyrics

Your skin's in my mouth But I'm thinking about thousands of things That don't got your name So, I'm distant and weird We stop and you're all ears But how can I say "I've just been thinking that it's harder every year To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear; The arbitrary lines I impress in the sand The proof that piles in my trashcan While the skin on my hands is looking older every day The lies I've told have turned to leather on my face The love I've lost has turned to needles in my heart But I'm to blame for all the bad parts They're the choices I've made, hey hey." That's when I turn my face away And I watch the debates Till I can't see straight Take abortion away And both sides are just the same So I'm not sure why I vote Cause I just don't know what difference it makes It seems to me we get the same sh** from them both Reform don't work; I think it's time we tried revolt But I don't got the guts to jump up first So I'll just shout until my throat hurts And I curse and I curse At what we f**ed up in Iraq You say support the troops; I do, I want them all brought back And every building you bombed raised from the ground And pull your contractors the f** out And if you really go and reinstate the draft You'll straight away just split the country straight in half So try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back; I'll be returning mine in no time flat No time flat No time flat No time flat In a sense we're the same Struggling to save face It's a question of scope: How far you're willing to go To make rights of your wrongs Despite the risk involved It's a question of faith Cause if we wait until we've all been burned to ash To tell the truth about the sh** buried in our pasts We'll split a taxi to that fire pit way down south So let's rise up and open our mouths Cause you remind me that it's harder every year To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear The arbitrary lines I impress in the sand The proof that piles in my trashcan And if you really go and reinstate the draft You'll straight away just split the country straight in half So try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back; I'll be returning mine in no time flat