Encrypted (2014)

 

stage fright

it was 8 o’clock on Tuesday night

and I caught your number

not your name

I sang it to the rain

for the city to deny

a car went by

and I was only,

lonely, and light

 

I’ll say it once

but not again, no not me

I’ve had enough

of leaning on the breeze

I, all along, was wrong

I wish it were your arms

that pushed me out to sea

 

coat on the chair

help me up the stairs

before I fall to hell

I’m sick of keeping secrets in the dark

in little boxes in my luminescent void

keeping their mysteries

encrypted in the noise

 

you know,

it’s been raining forever

and I got time

stuck on my feet

you know,

it’s been raining forever

and I got time

stuck on my feet

 

so I’ve been crying

in bedrooms and bathrooms

on corners and subway cars

this is the trick that I tabled for you

back when we cradled the stars

I got some problems

but you got them now that you’re under me

it’s just a little dream

don’t take it seriously

 

coat on the stoop

help me to the roof

before I take the window

 

you know,

I’ve been waiting forever

and I got time

stuck on my feet

you know,

I’ve been waiting forever

and now forever’s waiting on me

 

so I’ve been lying my ass off

in bedrooms

on corners and café bars

this is the trick I enabled for you

back when we tabled the stars

yeah I got some habits

but you got them too

if you can’t save me

it’s just a little secret

don’t let speech intervene

 

coat on the floor

help me to the door

before I change the keys

 

that’s right

it was 8 o’clock on Tuesday night

and I caught your number

not your name

I sang it to the rain

for the city to deny

a car went by

and I was only,

lonely, and light

 

I said it once

but not again, no not me

I’ve had enough

of leaning on the breeze

I, all along, was wrong

it never was your arms

that held me to the sea

 

coat on the chair

help me up the stairs

before I fall to hell

I won’t beg for you to stay

there’s nothing in your brain

but Saturdays and rephrased revelations

nothing’s gonna slow this engine down

not solid ground

I’d rather take a self-fulfilling prophecy

I’m sick of keeping secrets in the dark

in little boxes in my luminescent void

keeping their mysteries

encrypted in the noise

like what you said

that kept me fed and foiled

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