At Least I’m Not As Sad As I Used To Be
Sometimes I feel a baby nipping softly at my heel
A reminder of how fat and scared you love to make me feel
A curse of such a fetching fraud without a soul to speak
Inspired thirty songs I could have written in my sleep
You snort a line of syphilis and run the marathon
Your mentally deficient friends just ask you what you’re on
I may be shy and not reply to your scathing review
But I’d rather subsist on venom, than abstain with you
Oh I’ll be fine
Sever this for all time
I’ll laugh it off when this ends
You can just go get high with all of your dumb friends
I was the kind to ask what wrong doing had injured Dahmer’s pride
Or to excuse the junkie thief with diamonds in his eyes
But now I taste a righteous fury sparkling with hate
Well you’ll diddle this earth up and think “fetch mommy, it’s too late”
I’ll bite your head off, spit it out, and let it plunge away
You and all your kind won’t stamp your future on today
The beat thumps loud you sweat it out and grind on them for drugs
You hug that pole like a firefighter falling in love
Oh I’ll be fine
Sever this for all time
I’ll laugh it off when this ends
You can just go get high with all of your dumb friends
Never another song, never another thought
Never another song, not for you
Oh I’ll be fine
Sever this for all time
I’ll laugh it off when this ends
You can just go get high with all of your dumb friends
You were my crutch, now I’ve escaped your clutch
So how is that worms-eye view?
I have grown two broad wings and now I’m above you
- Peace Out, Say Anything
Youth ain’t gonna change the way you die.
This my excavation and today is Qumran
Everything that happens is from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed
I keep throwing it down two-hundred at a time
It’s hard to find it when you knew it
When your money’s gone
And you’re drunk as hell
On your back with your racks as the stacks are your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks and you’re un-stacking your load
Well I’ve been twisting to the sun and the moon
I needed to replace
The fountain in the front yard is rusted out
All my love was down
In a frozen ground
There’s a black crow sitting across from me
His wiry legs are crossed
He is dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?
On your back with your racks as the stacks are your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks and you’re un-stacking your load
This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be safe with me
If it’s the past you love, then that’s where you can stay.
