Politix
 作曲 : Henry Beasley/Pierre Beasley
 制作人 : Henry Beasley/Pierre Beasley
He's off again
New blood is eating out his palm again
Mixed up in metaphors and confidence
Reading the room is like a party trick
And then he's on his way out
Yeah, he's on his way out
It's all pretend
He makes a fuss and then he finds the next
He pops a pill and takes the side effects
Talks in a circle till I'm two percent
And then he's on his way out
Am I wrong
To think that I could be the one?
To think I might be onto something
I gave your words all the weight in the world
And now I don't know who to trust
I did my best to hear you out
And now I'm drowning in the doubt
I gave you every piece of my love
Oh, will it ever be enough?
Oh, Mr. On-The-Fence
That's what they call him down in Oregon
The trust fund babies and the college kids
Gaslight the room and call it common sense
It's obvious
It's politics
I guess I never was supposed to win
My pretty little bones were never made for it
I could take a bite, I'd never stomach it
I wish that I had known it before
Am I wrong
To think that I could be the one?
To think I might be onto something
I gave your words all the weight in the world
And now I don't know who to trust
I did my best to hear you out
And now I'm drowning in the doubt
I gave you every piece of my love
Oh, will it ever be enough?
I give you every word that I put on the page
I give you every smile on a tired face
I gave you every dream I was dreaming about
You only gave me reasons to doubt myself
And even when it works, yeah, it's never enough
And even when it hurts, you say, "Toughen up"
I bet you when it's good, you'll be there in the frame
And when you see it crash, you'll be out of state
I can't play again
I never win
My cynicism
It's kicking in
I can't be to blame
Walls closing in
It's imminent
I'm over it
 母带工程师 : Joe LaPorta
 人声 : Henry Beasley/Pierre Beasley
 大提琴 : Jenna Pascale
 混音师 : Dann Hume