We Are Both Writers
Reacclimate to my surroundings back in a city
that just seems to eat itself
and all I really wanna do is
get back into you. No tension
no worries, but every time it
comes around I find grey ways
to let you down, I can't
control my instincts, why
can't I be happy just to call
you a friend. I thought
things could be different, maybe I could do some good,
come home spent to unemploy a past from Hollywood. Some
things can change everything
despite their rights and
wrongs, I'm getting
reacquainted with my lower
self. Redhead teach me
compassion from your fragrant
continent, while you're at it
you can resurrect my family,
while you're at it you can
summon Christ and part the
seas, while you're at you can
pulverize my chemicals. I'm so sick of trying to fight my
body and you at the same
time. I am righteous in my
anger! All I have to give you
is my lower self, I will sing
of how we made love like
strangers, and all I have to
sell you is my lower self, oh how you are so petty as the
post-punk kids you pity, how
you swear by the myth that
you're not beautiful, and
nothing ever seems to work
the way that it gets planned,
so we turn away from everyone
that loves us, hypnotized by
waves our lives are deer
blocking the lane, we can
just sit back and watch it
all go up in flames, till
every note every chord sounds
the same, it goes boom boom
boom boom boom on my ego, it
goes boom boom boom boom boom
but I don't mind it anymore
cuz it can only go boom boom
boom for so long, until it
hurts you more than it hurts
me, and nothing ever seems to
work the way that It gets
planned so I turn away from
everything that hurts me,
climb back into a cloud of
smoke my face close to the
flame, cameras pulling back ,
leaving you left off the
frame, it's a party and
you're not invited.
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