Drowned in Tape

Polished brass on the mantle,

it's cold to the touch Built a throne out of cardboard,

I don't need this much

The bridge is behind us,

the lights have all dimmed

Running a race that I've already pinned

Oh, I'm winning the game but the ground feels like sand Just

a puppet holding the cards in its hand

A note on my chest but there's no sound to play

Just a star on my skin as I'm fading away

The finish line moves when I get to the gate

I'm locked in the rhythm,

I'm sealed in the fate

Winning the crown but it's heavy

as lead Just echoing

voices inside of my head

It's all a long,

long, long way down

Just a quiet fall in a crowded town