The Jitters - The Dismemberment Plan

No one means what they say

And you can tell as clear as deep-sea fish

All internal organs and glowing eyes

I’ve been good, I’ve been busy

I’ve realized my friends' true intentions, cut all ties

I’ve been doing ten thousand push-ups a day

Plastic cube filled with pus

That sits atop my supervisor’s desk

The feeling of ice on the inside of the wrist

Always tired, need a nap

I have to make myself brush my teeth

I’ve made a list of everything I’ve ever owned

When the days bring nothing new

And the sound of laughter makes you sick and snide

You know you’ve got

You’ve got the jitters

Nothing’s wrong, I’m just fine

I’ve realized I just don’t like jokes

I’m thinking of moving, I can’t call anyone back

You can tell every time they lean away

When you just want to talk

You couldn’t buy their interest now

Stolen cars in a heap

A naked body on the neighbor’s yard

When they let you down on cue

When you give up way before you even try

You know you’ve got

You’ve got the jitters

They glow as they near

Then disappear like highway signs on a starless night

And it’s so hard to say who’s being fled

And who’s in flight