Well, I smoked my   Throat out last night   Hoping you'd call   Or just stop by      Now, I'm wheezing   Like the Oakland sky   Feeling like   The rusted tracks   And forgotten dream   Of the old train lines      It's a perpetual stone   In my shoe   One that I'll always   Be trying to shake loose   An ache in my chest   And a thorn in my side      More than a scratch   Beneath this skin   Somewhere between   The beginning and the end      I don't feel a lot lately   I don't feel whole lately   I don't feel much lately   That's how I hide   That's how I hide      You wrote it down not to   Draw attention to yourself   You let the pilot just   To blow it out      Here the conversation's   Always too loud   And we're as pathetic as the jumper   That listens to the crowd      To say I miss you   Wouldn't be enough   I feel like Tom Waits   Singing, 'Diamonds and rust'   And I'm as pathetic as a junkie   Who knows what he does      It's a perpetual stone   In my shoe   One that I'll always   Be trying to shake loose   An ache in my chest   And a thorn in my pride      More than a scratch   Beneath this skin   Somewhere between   The beginning and the end      I don't feel a lot lately   I don't feel whole lately   I don't feel much lately   But that's how I hide   That's how I hide