Condenser

Finger Eleven · Tip [1998]

I felt the best that I can feel, censored every memory

Give me yours so I can feed mine

Anywhere but far away, can't be what you meant to say

I won't miss you in the meantime



All jokes aside, you should decide

If it pleases or pains you

You should be allowed, but you were beat out

So nothing can save you



That's just what I see

That's what I came to see

Now you shut me out



Closing up into the end, try to start it up again

Lower voice and tired heartbeats

Take away the self-esteem; force it through to get relief

Taking everything that I need



All jokes aside, you should decide

If it pleases or pains you

You should be allowed, but you were beat out



Spirits all keep coming down

Come around with answers

I'll cut my teeth in slivers

You're up and gone and senseless

Broken open your abscess



Is it all or is it none?

I can't decide

Closing all the one way doors

Till I am left outside



That's just what I see

That's what I came to see

Now you shut me out

I feel left out