a_safe_bet @ 2004-02-25T15:35:00

2004-02-25T20:46:11Z

there's a voice on the phone telling what had happened
some kind of confusion, more like a disaster
and it wondered how you were left unaffected
but you had no knowledge, no the chemicals covered you
and so a jury was formed, as more liquor was poured
no need for conviction, they're not thirsting for justice
but i slept with the lies i keep inside my head
i found out i was guilty, i found out i was guilty
but i won't be around for the sentencing
cause i'm leaving on the next airplane
and though i know that my actions are impossible to justify
they seem adequate to fill up my time
and if i could talk to myself like i was someone else
then maybe i could take your advice
and i wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time

there's a film on the wall
makes the people look small, who are sitting beside it
all consumed in the drama
they must return to their lives once the hero has died
they will drive to the office, stopping somewhere for coffee
where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene
dispensing their wisdom, oh dear amateur orator
they will detail their pain in some standard refrain
they will recite their sadness, like it's some kind of contest
well if it is, i think i am winning it
all beaming with confidence as i make my final lap
the gold medal gleams, so hang it around my neck
cause i am deserving it, the champion of idiots

but a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to omaha
i know a girl who cries when she practices violin
cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes
now to me everything else just sounds like a lie.

to my favorite liar

a_safe_bet @ 2004-02-25T15:35:00