Текст песни Stemage - Library

Thanks
My cover's blown
I'm making a carpet angel, leave me alone
I'm in the zone
By apathy, I'm owned
I sent my weak soul off in a box or three
I had to find time to breathe
Can you tell?
All that's left here is a shell

Pass the nuts with no advice please
I know I have asked you twice, but between the dozens and dozens of smokes and cartons of jokes, which is my biggest vice?
And don't be nice

You came off like a stencil
Man, where is my pencil?
Maybe I'll write in blood

I don't need another half
Don't make me laugh
I've been an inch or two, with miles to go
I'm used to the Duo

H ello?
What? I swear the phone woke me up
See, my newest friend is a cordless phone
I'll hold onto it like an infant with a thumb, or toy
With many buttons to enjoy
My direct line to England won't be split
I'm wired in
I made sure of it

I've got millions and millions of ways to fill up the days
Example: I built a house for us, in my Camel metropolis, with doors and windows, and a red carpet

But you came off like a stencil
Damn
Where is my pencil?
Maybe I'll write in blood
Crayola, maybe

I don't need another half
Don't make me laugh
I've been an inch or two, with miles to go
I'm used to the Duo

I know I have asked you twice, but between the dozens and dozens of smokes and cartons of jokes, which is my biggest vice?
And don't be nice

But you came off like a stencil
Damn
Where is my pencil?
Maybe I'll write in blood
Crayola, maybe

Carpet is good for thinking and dozing
But the fibers make my elbows sting and burn
Through torture is how I learn
I should be shattered
Maybe I've grown?
Something tells me I'll be fine, but all alone