Leave Your Stupid Comments In Your Pocket!

There are books on my bookshelf

I guess that kinda makes sense, aw well

I'm just looking for something to say

Say to you Jacqueline

It's been a real long time

and I've thought about you maybe 40 fucking times a day

Since I stopped returning your calls

And I know you've got great, great, great things

That you were planning to do

That's why you'll leave Long Island

Maybe get a few tattoos

So you don't have to keep drawing those geometric lines and shapes on your wrist

With that felt tip Sharpie

The way you do

And there is a small, small boat

Boat on the water

The boat is rocking and rolling

And fighting the ocean

A storm is brewing in all this commotion

There is only me here left to hold the oars

For you are gone and there is me to hold the oars

I still feel that conscious look of carefulness when they glared at us

You could tell that they felt bad

Like we were wasting away our lives

"Well, fuck you! I'm happy to be here,

I'm happy to be where I am!"

Then you'd turn to me subtly

And ask if that was convincing

Now some people say everything happens for a reason

well I say we are nothing but coincidence

Maybe you or I find reasons in things

As we are nothing but the present tense

And I, for one, am okay knowing that I will end up nowhere but the ground

Safe and sound

But right now

There is a small, small boat

That boat's on the water

The boat is rocking and rolling

And fighting the ocean

A storm is brewing in all this commotion

There is only me here left to hold the oars

There is only me here left to hold the oars

Please stand as tall as you can and look around

If you look out over the water

You can find yourself in the clouds

Please stand as tall as you can and look around

You are strong enough to fight

But you will dance to happy sounds

I will keep my feet planted on the ground