Playing The Hits

Pull the blinds down I don't wanna wake up Plain and gray wind blowing over little rocks You don't have to go Tiny bugs stuck banging on my window Built To Spill don't tell me you already know My eyes will get so wide I don't want you to see me In this body, I scraped together I've been growling at the mirror At least three years As long as I can remember Wanna see my face through your face And then I could understand Stuck on the inside looking down at Your hands draped over my hands Walk it off wait can I still call you that Keep your head down if only til we make it back I'm not cut out for this Imperfect pleasure exquisitely unsatisfied Death do we part until then burning lines I don't like It's no secret kid Make me in your image lord Or make me in your ashtray I wanna see what I would look like Born under a different name When you touch my chest I wish there was something for you to hold But I can settle for a handshake No I'll never get that old I don't want you to see me In this body, I scraped together I've been growling at the mirror At least three years As long as I can remember Wanna see my face through your face And then I could understand Stuck on the inside looking down at Your hands draped over my hands