I'm a no-show
With a low-flow tempo like a robo oboe
Tooting out moot points
Soothing your rude joints like ointment,
I'm poignant,
Buoyant 'cause I'm flabby
And shabby
Happy fickle piccolo
Brittle in my ego tho, low self-esteem
Even in dreams I'm a bit-part
Which starts to go a bit far
'Cause I'm a big star
(In the back of my mind, at least)
Worshipped like Ishtar

Babylonian loneliness
Opens my stony throat
Releasing trombone moaning
That's only a stone's throw from owning me
Phoning home
There's no spaceship to retrieve me tho
Breathing like I'm heaving
Past believing
Seen beings of smoke and steam teem like larvae in a stagnant stream
Deemed unseemly by mean misdeeds
Dealing treated to steely gazes
Based on ancient pages
Traces of truth let loose
Chased by raging falsehoods and misfortune
Timing ever inopportune
I was born too soon to walk on the moon
I was born too soon

Nothing more than a handsome silhouette
Nothing left but all that I could get
Nothing found in me but what you left inside
No song in me but my last lullaby

You're not the only one that feels lost
You're not the only one punching holes into rock
Weighing up costs
Taking last shots
My knuckles are bleeding
And my heart won't stop beating
Too fast
I'm speaking in cliches
Dancing through the dark
I haven't been sleeping well lately
Meaning I don't
Meaning I can't
Meaning I'm getting drunk on coffee patrón
And the fact that I don't really know you
And that's nice

So just sing me a song that's brand new
Sing me a lullaby
'Cause I'm not even sure who I am any more
I keep saying I'm lost
And I'm scared
But I don't really know what it is that I'm scared of
I'm just searching for the stars from the stories, you know
The ones that can bring you back home

Nothing more than a handsome silhouette
Nothing left but all that I could get
Nothing found in me but what you left inside
No song in me but my last lullaby

I've been trying to spell Babylon in days
With footsteps
I eventually lose my way
0 turns into 8
Carbs turn into weight
Hard loses H
The only choice I get
Is how I wanna break
You can see it
The capitol's name written on my face
Night bus window reflections
Passing lampposts providing bloom and wilt

You hope the world knows us by our job interview handshake
But in actuality
Our legacy lives in the nods to the greengrocer
And the way the lady at Sainsbury's knows your brand of cigarettes
Whether or not you kick the booted football back into the school
Is how we turn our city of roadblocks into a Babylon too
Last night I was on the same road I turned the 0 to 8 on
Lost my way on
Broke the week after my month's wages came in
Same story
Fucked if you're not a Tory
But their thievery won't change my journey
The only way of saving me
Is by serving my streets

Nothing more than a handsome silhouette
Nothing left but all that I could get
Nothing found in me but what you left inside
No song in me but my last lullaby