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I know that it's dark to put it so bluntly, but I've never been good at poetry.
But when I look at the world that we live in and the world that we're making,
it seems that the best use of our lives is to end them.
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You said to me,
"I don't think you miss all the things you think you miss.
It seems more likely that you miss the way things used to be when you were a kid."
And I don't know if that's true, but it scares me
because if going home isn't what I need, then what do I need?
What do I need?
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It's not completely accurate to say
that I don't like the music that I make.
I like some of it sometimes
but I fucking hate most of it most of the time,
and I guess there's some degree of normalcy
in the way that I criticize me.
I guess that I'm just fucking bored
and I'm sick of fighting boredom
By writing awful songs.
I always sing in the same key
and I move my fingers from E to G
and everything I sing just makes me think
of a better song that I'm imitating.
I don't think I've ever wanted to quit
doing something that I love to do
as much as you.
I don't ever wanna touch this thing again.
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Going To Prison
03:00
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I remember when you called me down the stairs:
there was a song in your voice.
I entered your subterranean lair.
There was a man strapped to a chair,
his face was covered.
And the fear that shot through me was sharp and swift,
but the smile on your face was divine bliss.
You expressed some detailed, gruesome plans,
and I might have caught like one tenth of what you said.
And when the cloth came off his head
I thought the shock would strike me dead.
My body was shaking to the core,
but I can't recall a time I loved you more.
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This morning I woke up and I stepped on the scale.
I'm still fatter than I want to be, but more importantly,
I'm more poor than I can afford to be
And I'm more anxious than I need to be.
The past few weeks, I've been angry-
Acting distant and lashing out.
But the debt just keeps piling up
And I have no faith that this will work out.
I'm here to get my shit together,
But so far I've been treading water.
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Sad New Owner Rockford, Illinois
I really make this stuff for like 2 or 3 friends. I don't think much of it is any good, but they seem to like it.
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