Envy on the Coast - Starving Your Friends + LYRICS

It's one of those days, you know?  The sky is overcast, rain looms on the horizon, and the geography library is as dead as a doorknob in the afternoon.  I'm the one at the far end of the room, eating a barrage of citrus fruit and listening to today's featured song.  Let me introduce Envy on the Coast.  They're an alternative band from New York, so based on geography, they must be good.  And they are.  I came across them in the twelfth grade, when I bought CDs based on the band name and waiting patiently for boxes to come in from Amazon.  Lucy Gray is a good album.  Really good.  It has a mix of bread-and-butter alternative along with a few slow songs that, in my opinion, make the album.  "Starving Your Friends" has been playing on my ipod for the last four years, and with good reason.

"Starving Your Friends" relies on the piano for all instrumentals, and emotional-laden vocals courtesy of lead Ryan Hunter.  I'm including the lyrics today because I think they're all worth sharing.  Facebook statuses waiting to happen, as much as I hate to admit that.  But just like Underoath, they get an award for writing one of my favourite lyrics.  I'm just like me, so who the hell are you?  So do me a favor today.  Slow it down, get into the mood for delicate piano mixed with some powerful words, and enjoy it.  Enjoy every damn moment.

Thanks a lot.
I've been disadvantaged from the start.
He constricted the veins heading straight to my head,
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead.
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead.

I am braindead,
Think in strictly in blues and reds.
Oh I'm in enough trouble man...
Oh man, I'm in trouble again.
Cause everyone's ears are watching me,
But I never, ever felt that this would be
Anything more than a makeshift personal IV.

I fall three times as hard.
If it's for nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be.
And I feel terribly small.
When my head works too hard.
When you think with your chest,
There's not a thing that you don't see.

I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
So Look at me,
I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me.
So who the hell are you?

I'm but a boy,
Just like the rest of these thieves.
And I borrow phrases, from dusty, faded, record sleeves.
The story is the same.
I've just personalized the name.
But if it's all you need,
Then I'd be more than happy to confess my shame.

I know you think you know,
But these eyelids are windows that shut you out
from all the things that I don't want you to know.
And I refuse to tell you one single secret I own.
'Cause you'll find I'm petrified of your eyes.

I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
I've read the book,
I prayed to God,
But cursed too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me.
So who the hell are you?