The Lawrence Arms - Joyce Carol Oates Is a Boring Old Biddy lyrics

A broken record has a thousand answers To constant contradictions Your condition Is flooding through the streets again Now you've drained your thoughts onto an empty page With ink as red as blood Some words were never meant to be I call this talking to myself I drew a picture to remind me Of what you look like when it's raining You use a lot of heavy words that never get you anywhere The circumfile needs cycling Another year has lived and died in blue tangled phone lines The frequency is frightening Thirteen lucky numbers dialed To hear a stranger's voice crying Now you've drained your thoughts onto an empty page With ink as red as blood Some words were never meant to be Feels like I'm talking to myself Figure eight Grind your silver blades Icy eyes Have you seen the midnight skies? Wipe the sleep from your rusting eyes Fill this room with superstitious smiles, a chorus of our lies Wipe the sleep from your rusting eyes I want you to see me for the first time You're glaring, you're glaring Jagged lips I'm dying, I'm dying To taste your icy eyes You're glaring, you're glaring Jagged lips I'm dying, I'm dying To taste your icy eyes Figure eight Your style is better than your skate Icy eyes Can you see through my disguise? Figure eight Save a sour twist of fate Jagged lips You're glaring, glaring with icy eyes