The obligatory "lyrics I wrote commenting on life right now" post, 11/23/08 edition

Ambiguation: This may be about a specific person, or several people at once, or no real person. It may be currently relevant, recently rendered irrelevant, irrelevant a priori, or relevant only under future circumstances. It may be written in the literal first-person, the narrative first-person, or the reflexive second-person. It may be any combination of the preceding AT THE SAME TIME (*your mind is blown*). It may also cause cancer.

Out With It
(words, music Cameron Ferguson)

Who's the magnet, who's the metal?
The live wires, the dead letters
Coasting on dampened currents,
Blue sparks on silver platters --
Unspoken broken records
Spin out of shallow grooves,
Deeper than shallow sleep spent
Awaiting the first move

{pre-chorus}
I'm not saying I'm not saying -
I'm not saying, I'm just saying...

Trips on the tip of my tongue,
You're reading lips unclearly
Grips to the tip of my tongue -
Oh, but I think you hear me

In the grip of hesitation,
On the frontier of those fields
Those intermittent twitches,
Switches you turn by feel
Unstated, understood -
Never under sedation -
There's just a second needed
To lift the weight of expectation

{p-c}
[refrain]

{bridge}
Don't mistake me,
Don't lose it in the subtleties
You're reading lips like subtitles,
Reading a forest's worth of trees -
It's just exigence, not
Some ineloquent excuse -
Grips to the tip of my tongue,
But you can always pry it lose...

Who's the magnet, who's the metal
On the frontier of those fields?
Coasting on dampened currents,
Switched on to voltage-yields --
Unspoken token resistance
To that ecstatic shock
Can only hold out so long
When all we do is talk

{p-c}
[ref.]

Ah, to be young and optimistic and failure-prone and so wonderfully neurotic.

::edit:: My first ever anagrammed para-rhyme! Shit, my brain is doing Rubik's Cube things with words lately.