King’s Crossing (Alternate, 5/9/00) Elliott Smith

The compound heart with the soul contraction
Swellin' up slowly like a bad reaction
All around what you do and say
While the symptom falls further away
You're living silent, but you can't describe it
So what's the point of talking at all?
The store bought into the family cane [?]
Just another boy bad at the game

This is when you need a friend to keep you moving around
'Cus all your thinking has made you slow
You might be stopping out, you know

The frustrated fireworks inside your head
There's a light fuse smoking you caught instead
It's what you're dealing, and it's just a start
But in time, seems your problem is a poison dart
And you act like a cowboy, but an arrow's in that hat
I'm a hard-boiled hero, and I'm not so bad
But I didn't know when to run from this

A proud fan is gonna see you shatter
I know there really isn't anything that mattered
Nothing is gonna be cryin' words
They only want their voice to be heard
They use it sometimes to show that they're around
Or they'll build you up a theory like the walls of a town
A tired and ancient ruler right now
The neighborhood slaves are hardly skilled