Stage Names
Perfect wood, perfectly measured
Sure is pretty, the weepy grain
When you're able look at the maples
The way they burn everything away

Staying me right in the face
Contradiction holding sway
No one is buying
I'm not selling anyway

Fighting sickness, how it tricks us into malaise
Like a half song, gone when you're gone
Leaving only a stage name

Staying me right in the face
Contradiction holding sway
No one is buying
I'm not selling anyway

Smile at your brother
Tell her you lover her
Always be the first to say
Break tradition
Maybe they'll listen
Follow you into the flames
Staying me right in the face
Contradiction holding sway
No one is buying
I'm not selling anyway

No one is buying
I'm not selling anyway