Touching the Oven at Work Songtext
von Owen FitzGerald

If my heart pumps blood through my veins
If my eyes turn light into sight
If it still hurts touching the oven at work
Why do I feel dead

Everything twitches that should. All of my reflexes flex
I still crane my neck when I light cigarettes
I′m worried that you're nearby and you′ll see


But you're not, so I heave thunderclouds from my lungs
No, you're not, so I shoot coal smoke from my nose

I stay awake until five. I guess I′m alive, although I feel dead

Atlas don′t scoop his own food. My paychecks ain't cashing themselves
If I′m dead and gone, how'd the laundry get done
I feel a heartbeat, but I don′t know whose

Small signs of life rinse across all the surfaces in my apartment 2A
The toothbrush is wet. There's crust on the towels. Somehow the bed is made

I feel a heartbeat but I don′t know whose. I feel a heartbeat but I don't know whose
I stay awake until five. I guess I'm alive
You′re gone. I′m dead