Carbon Heart Radio Or $80 Haircut Lyrics

I wear my heart on my record sleeve
for the toes I�ve crushed, no apologies
what I�m sweating over is all that counts
there�s bigger things than my rent for this couch
I�m talking loss, I�m talking poetry
not just a quest for celebrity
don�t trust me until I�m comfortable
because I will stab your heart if it�s profitable
I�m saying, �girl, your crying has got me so inspired,
but can you keep it down so I can hear the amplifier over you?”
if I could I wouldn�t sign my name
oh shit, darling, you�re still in the frame
I�m built to rage against obscurity and I need no more company
Xerox in stereo
carbon heart radio
a love letter I stole, and rewrote
still, I mean it so
change clothes so I can find a hit
no soul, no style combined with it
all bullshit, phony sentiment
success will mean I found a fit
I�m saying, �girl, those tears are so damn beautiful”