Cracks in Conversation

{clean

jangly electric guitar intro riff} {loose,

slightly sloppy drum entry}

My collar is rubbing,

my trousers are short (ugh)

Failed every single time I tried out for sport

And my reflection is playing some practical joke Every word that I

say starts to rattle and choke

{guitar starts playing staccato chords} And my neck is itchy,

my skin is a map Of places I never wanted to track (ahhh)

{guitars begin to swell with light overdrive} And my voice cracks!

Just when I want to sound brave

Falling apart like a cresting wave

Yeah, my voice cracks!

It's a horrible sound

While my feet are still scraping the ground {exploding chorused guitars} They

say it is natural,

they say it is grand

But they don't have to walk with these giant wet hands (haha)

I'm taller than mother,

but smaller than dad

Caught in the middle of a phase that is bad

{guitars pull

back to

clean jangly picking} No one warned me the mirror would lie Or

how many times I would just want to cry Over nothing at

all, over everything real

This is the clumsy,

cold truth that I feel

{half-time drum feel, guitar feedback sustaining} When my voice cracks!

Just when I want to sound brave

Falling apart like a cresting wave

Yeah, my voice cracks!

It's a horrible sound

While my feet are still scraping the ground

{full energetic

peak with ringing guitars}

Scraping the ground... (oh well)

Yeah, we're all scraping the ground {drums fade out,

leaving a single clean guitar chord ringing

and string buzz}