Lightning Rod

Heart attack Jack-in-the-box I've been here so long I'm starting to rot And you're taking my fear Selling it in jars Back on the playground My knee socks are bloody I need someone to toss the confetti At the ticker-tape parade Falling for myself Look to the fly She used to be pretty Don't say a word But shes drying out slowly You have the answers I have the car keys Lightning rod Strapped to my shoulders I'm searching through windows For right and for thunder That could bring to merciful end this overdrawn way Carpet burns up to my elbows It's time that you learned I guess I should tell you That the things you know about me Never were true Look to the fly I used to be pretty Don't say a word But I'm drying out quickly You have the answers I have the car keys