Key Grip (Fax)

Another night in the straightaway Got a couple more relationships to complicate Eyes strained at a world in the rearview Pulling my weight, wait, no brakes near you Caught in the modern robotic Packing my bags and I’m out like the modern man Getting ready for the long season I guess I’m in this for all the wrong reasons From the Triple Rock to Thailand Until you take me home I’m on the bill night after night One more stitch to close the hole This is the swagger of a ghost Might have to light a bag of herb And a shot of Jäger to see it all backwards I live life lit to see my match burnt Distract from the fact that this dagger in my back hurts Bad bones in a cold snap Sand through the glass And I stand with that I’ve got a shelf of half-read books I’m better at reading looks It took a year and half to make these minutes For every second of breath in it there’s a piece of me left in it Changing lanes, awake at 8:30 Someway today my legs are less sturdy I prayed for rain, it came and left early I should’ve stayed but change is just a wave in the drain I’m young and broke I’m running old laps around the same oak Trying to close gaps Waiting for a thunder clap in the same clothes Trap doors and choked words arrested in my head I woke up to get slept on, should’ve slept in instead Pleasure in the pain there ain’t no rest for the dead I’m at the point of no turning around now The fire’s in your eyes and you’re burning me down Gun it down, let it die, let it die, hang it dry Blood coming out, time is running out I take time, criticize every rap But in a critic’s eyes I’m just sitting by riding on a back And that’s that, tighten up the noose then we’ll see who’s puling slack You pull the wool, I pull it back I’m embarrassed, a twisted character carried the weight Backtrack to only backpacks and paint And no one wanted to know me Now that I rap all these girls that walked on past want to hold me How fucked up is that, it’s a mixed up twist of fate Rotating cast, none of these actors have got my back in this play It’s a masquerade, I don’t know if you like me for me or for that last track I made Maybe neither like Ally Mac well I got no time for you either Was lost but found my path so I strapped up my sneakers And never looked behind, meddling drum peddling Nervous mind settled in rhyme And a heart turned away but that’s a sign of the times