Stickman Elliott Smith

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