The Airborne Toxic Event Lyrics: This is Nowhere

The Airborne Toxic EventFrom The Album The Airborne Toxic Event (2008, 2009)
Lyrics by Mikel Jollett

This is Nowhere

We all sit on the curb and we stare at the rain in our boots, the cars the clouds the sky, while Ishmael wraps himself in his sheet again, he’ll clench his fists and close his eyes.

I don’t know how many times I can loan him my cigarettes when I don’t even know if he’s alive. Do prophets lie? It makes me feel less horrified.

And my closet is filled with all these endless accoutrements: these shoes, these scarves, these shirts, these ties, and these things I say to make myself feel good again, “I’ll speak. I’ll write. I’ll laugh. I’ll lie.”

I just can’t bear to sit here and drink myself sick again. Another night when everything I know was just a lie. And I don’t even know where I’ll sleep tonight.

I got nothing to do but stare at these walls and take some time to screw my head on right. We all ended up alone and wasted here in Silver Lake. We’ll work. We’ll think. We’ll change. We’ll try.

I can’t make any sense of this or you or anything.

I’m wide awake. And all our parents lied, it’s not all right. When all our words collide, we’re awake all night.

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