Honey, Look At My Face

Stacks of old realities upon coffee table conversations Talk, talk, look at me, I'm a waiting room kind of person 'Cause you'll pick me up, and browse through me And lay me down at your leisure But it's just stacks of old versions of me I'm a coffee table kind of person And I'm still picking out a face that I think I could live with Stacks of old emergencies never getting any resolution Screaming, screaming, screaming at me Maybe I'm a screaming type of person 'Cause I waved a hand, and no one saw me And I sang a song that no one heard So I took the stage, and learned to play Just a chest-heaving, always-leaving, finger-picking, kicking-screaming kind of person And I'm still picking out a face that I think I could live with Am I sixteen, going on for free, take a seat I'm still picking out a face that I think I could live with Honey, what you think, don't know what to do? Honey, what you think, don't know what to choose? Honey, what you think, don't know what to do? Honey, what you think, don't know what to choose? Honey, what you think, I know how to lose Honey, what you think, I've been down and bruised Honey, not your fault when I fall apart And baby say it's so, tell me where to go Tell me, tell me, tell me what did I say? Honey, honey, honey look at my face And I'm still picking out a face that I think I could live with Am I sixteen, going on for free, take a seat Or thirty, in the city, trying to find my feet I'll be fifty, losing all my sleep just to breathe Or eighty, looking back at these fever dreams I'm still picking out a face that I think I could live with Yeah, I'm still picking out a face that I think I could live with