Not Ready Yet (Live)

It's the eve of destruction they're dropping the bomb The countdown is rolling, go sound the alarm Break out the black book where the secrets are kept On a library shelf where the floor is unswept All we are is what we say When the camera is on and the publicist is paid The odds are out now, better place your bet I am not scared of death but its hard to digest Cause I'm not ready yet Isabell aches as she stares at the screen She's upped her white wine and cut back the caffeine Cracked up her car so she's hitching a ride With her sunglasses on to block out the outside Claims she's at work but who really knows How much she makes or if that's where she goes All we are is what we do When there's no one around to reassure you I can forgive I just can't forget And her cigarettes lit and she knows she should quit But she's not ready yet My town is a time warp, an out of date scene In sepia tones on a rag magazine The flag on the pick up means hates still alive And it's heard between hiccups from the drunks at the dive Their mouths are so big, their perspective so small I was angry at first now I'm sad overall All we are is what we make When the pressure is on and your hands start to shake In a sensor light shadow I can see my own silhouette And it's perfectly clear I should've left here But we're not ready yet