Lightning Rod

Heart attack

Jack-in-the-box

I've been here so long

I'm starting to rot

And you're taking my fear

Selling it in jars

Back on the playground

My knee socks are bloody

I need someone to toss the confetti

At the ticker-tape parade

Falling for myself

Look to the fly

She used to be pretty

Don't say a word

But shes drying out slowly

You have the answers

I have the car keys

Lightning rod

Strapped to my shoulders

I'm searching through windows

For right and for thunder

That could bring to merciful end this overdrawn way

Carpet burns up to my elbows

It's time that you learned

I guess I should tell you

That the things you know about me

Never were true

Look to the fly

I used to be pretty

Don't say a word

But I'm drying out quickly

You have the answers

I have the car keys