[ Featuring R ]
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
