The Pitch Drop Experiment - The Margins Lyrics

Sell every word
I'm bought by the pound and I'm only I'm only
A person to you
When you need
Something from me
Something we all need to succeed
A time honoured trade
A soul for some gold
It's a phoney
Lonely friendship I know
And it still
Drains all our will
So we push our cares to the margins until
We are unkind
Bound by the contract our lives are defined
Touch up my lines
And blur out my room but if only if only
It could filter these vile
Excuses for smiles
Let some warmth into this place for a while
Composing a face
But muting my voice but I can ever ever
Allow myself to believe
That gradually
I become the person I pretend to be
We are remote
We read our lines from the script learnt by wrote
But the door
Of this room
Can close
And I'll be on the outside
And maybe I'm happy out there (on the outside)
Maybe I'd be too scared (on the outside)
Maybe I need all these things (on the outside)
Maybe it's the price I pay for this life (on the outside)
Maybe it's just the price we pay
But every dog in the background
Or kid on the stair
The curated montage we're happy to share
And all the casual banter in zip-up knitwear
Can't cover the unguarded micro-dispair