Elliott Smith — Stickman

I sit here shooting blanks Out at emptiness Ain't nothing I really want to kill Maybe time, I guess I sit and spin the world on its flip side And I listen backwards for meaning 'Cause I'm a stickman I live with one dimension dead Trying not to think too many moves ahead I draw from memory The stillest kind of life Cut slide after slide Mental pain's the sharpest knife Project what's done for everyone to see To me it's just a reversal And I'm a stickman In frames that go one by one If I sped it up, you'd see I'm on the run From some monster off-screen Killing sons Lonely makes me blue Envy turns me green Hate might paint me red If I load my magazine But not just now when it's easy to stay clean When no one sees where you're bleeding And I'm a stickman Stickman