Texty: Ten Foot Pole. Rev. Fade Away.

Keep on playing me, I'm not a toy
I'm different from everyone else, lies are what you believe in
Promises that you'll never keep, don't tell me stories of your pastime
Glories they've faded away with the sun, faded away

I'm flying high above the gray, see it on the floor beneath
My feet can't control what's out of my hands
The river looks so deep and I don't want to swim
In the muddy waters that you offer me

I'm not going to waste no more of the good life
Watching you fade away hands on a watch turn like the
Wheels on a train and the days turn to weeks
The months seem the same

Look at all the bullshit that surrounds me
Plastic people, different countries speak different words
They're all the same, life for them is just a game
I want a way out but I'm stuck here
I need an excuse to be myself again

How long will I have to wait, just fading away, faded away?
I'm sitting in the back because it's where I belong
I don't say anything just try to get along on to the runway
To catch another plane, I'm going back home to be myself again