Lyric Year In Year Out

Is that a strain
Or a delicate smile
Built to proportion?
It might as well have been you
And all the things you do
Somedays
I m waiting
For my pulse to calm down
Into the low hundreds
I shake the shirt loose off my back

Day and night, year in year out

I discovered my sweet dreams
Of corruption deep inside myself
I should have stood in carny
Or end up preserved upon your shelf

Day and night, year in year out

Will you ever understand
That I m only an object
Day and night year in year out
I m just trying to be the subject

Where others see the abstract
I only see the truth
And that has always been
To repeat my youth