Lyrics It's Gettin' Easy - Dear and the Headlights

It's Gettin' Easy

In this act I’ll disguise those dead eyes, stretch tight the lips,
a glistening gum line
Mouth curtains pulled I shine
My yellow stage light smile distracting
Dancing puppets on short saliva strings
So you’ll find comfort in a lie
My overbite clenched, set in place
Like a stack of polished bright white dinner plates
Hand in my pocket, straight jacket mind
It’s getting easy
I wish I had a single thought the least bit legitimate enough
To open up my mouth and spit accuracy
It’s getting easy
In this act I’ll disguise those dead eyes, lay flat the tongue
Let the supplement slide down
Everything is fine
And my brain is cloudy, leveled out
The pill dissolved
It’s flushing out everything I care about and not replacing it with anything
substantial
So I’m on my hands and knees
Like a martyr calling out his final plea
The executioner looks exactly like me, it’s me
It’s getting easy
My overbite clenched so tight
Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white
Hands at my sides, straight jacket mind
It’s getting easy
I wish I had a single thought the least bit legitimate enough
And I wish I had a single thought the least legitimate enough
And I wish I wasn’t on my hands and knees
Like a martyr calling out his final plea
The executioner looks exactly like me, it’s me
It’s getting easy
In this act I’ll disguise those dead eyes
Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white
Hands at my side, straight jacket mind, alright
It’s getting easy