I got in the car   And turned the volume to ten   I tried to scream along    The words to something big   But my lungs couldn't handle it   My chest was strained   And my face was red   But the albums make it sound so easy   Put your mouth to microphone   And the pressure gets released   But it never sounds the same   When you're the one who's screaming   Between the world and my brain   This voice supports everything I think on its back   And its little spine is bending   I've listened all my life and you haven't told me anything   Where's the embarrassment?   Where's the banality?   I wanna hold the moments that you flush from your memory   One day I'll make songs   Songs'll make it permenant   In four-minute forms   the whole world might learn from this   And then all the hours of paralysis, imprisonment   It might be worth it, might be worth it, might be...      My head is spinning   But very, very slowly   And I hope one day my singing   Might contain or control it   There's a temporary sanity   In this anorexic vanity business   Satisfaction can't exist   I love work, I love success