Lyrics Centerfold - Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards

This sinking feeling in my stomach has been interrupted
By something faster than the speed of what it can keep up with
My muscle memory now seems to have become corrupted
But now results speak for themselves, why would I interrupt it?

The boat is sinking, but I do not dare attempt to rock it
The pain and pressure serves now only to fill up my pocket
I push a finger to the temple to pull out a meaning
And if life can't supply a crisis, I can just keep dreaming

It seems the only answer now is to keep up the pace
To pull a miracle out of my next quiet disgrace
My anti sanctimony puts me up above the rest
My heart is flowing with regret, and for that I am blessed

I am free flowing stream of consciousness onto the tape
All my intentions are now written here across the page
My aim is centered on the mass of all of my mistakes
The trigger finger itches, waiting for the next embrace

Put on the pressure to collapse the weakest link in me
'Til I can drain the final breath of that which weakens me
And when I cast it out, the writing is all on the wall
I'm patiently complacent, waiting to begin it all

It seems the only answer now is to keep up the pace
To pull a miracle out of my next quiet disgrace
My anti sanctimony puts me up above the rest
My heart is flowing with regret, and for that I am blessed

Centerfold, the one you wanted
Steady, study, but don't get
Too close, or you might not want it
What you hoped for, you might not want it!

Wary of word or whisper, waiting for a catalyst
To burst a vein in heart or brain, and bring it all to rest
My only comfort left is clinging by a single thread
Holding the weight of every heavy heart I ever met

It's all a brawl of brain and brawn to kill my better half
Pulling the two into the middle 'til they each collapse
You're growing valley rallies, everything into the pit
My inclination has me racing to the end of it