Four Dollar Sandwich - Covey

Most days I spend asleep

Like a barren tree, I’m begging for the sun

So when all is said and done I leave my house at 6 PM

With my headphones buried deep

The fox is looming with intent and sinking deeper into everything I do

I head right on Wilson Avenue

Skin splitting from the cold as I proceed in senseless disassociation

I keep my distance from strangers

I don’t wanna scare them

I don’t think I’m scary

But that’s not for me to say

It’s like kleptomania

And I don’t wanna face it

I’m just stealing from myself

And I don’t think that’ll change

It’s just hard to care

When you feel like you have no control over your thoughts

And it’s been eating at you for much longr than you can know

One of the many things we don’t show

I’d lov to spill my guts, that’s called oversharing

And it’s something we don’t do

I’ve lost touch with half my family

And old friends have moved away

It’s guaranteed depreciation

I keep my distance from strangers

I don’t wanna scare them

I don’t think I’m scary

But that’s not for me to say

It’s like kleptomania

And I don’t wanna face it

I’m just stealing from myself

And I don’t think that’ll change

Getting by just fine

Walking on this straight line that’s wrapped around my neck

This coiled up double «S» is creeping in more everyday

Flashes of pulling the trigger will flicker and spark 'til I’m in flames

I just hate how shame can be so silent

I keep my distance from strangers

I don’t wanna scare them

I don’t think I’m scary

But that’s not for me to say

It’s like kleptomania

And I don’t wanna face it

I’m just stealing from myself

And I don’t think that’ll change