Thought Crime

Somebody like yourself, true and kind, would never understand this aching heart of mine Cursing other people, yes, is what I do best, and so I Write songs to pass the time I've always dreamed of being on TV to hear the audience lovingly praise me For now I guess I'll make this knife sharp as can be Hear the crash of glass being pounded at The tearing noise of a piece of paper torn to shreds And the setting sun after goodbye is said is just so lovely Even that much is plain to see! The birds cry out their song in the sunset! The empty ache I feel starts to sing a swan song too And yet you linger still in the shadows, standing on your toes, sky a flaming red hue Slipping off my tongue was my goodbye to you I wanted to be seen, I want to love Are these the dreams that people talk about? Just another beggar begging for it to be I'm lazy, hurry and satisfy me Somebody like yourself wouldn't get this ugly jealousy that simmers in my chest Always looking for an opportunity to hit and to strike 'em back (Oh) Hear the crash of glass bottles striking lamps The blaring noise a guitar makes as it's being slammed These regrets with no way to make amends Though it's lovely, just the thought, see, that even that much is plain to see! The words, relentless, beat down upon me! December slowly creeps into my September heart And in the spring, the mist in the mountains Rises in the sky, summer falling behind Carressing both my cheeks, as the breeze passes by Somebody like yourself, true and kind, would never understand this aching heart of mine I'm no good at living, but I don't wanna die, and so I write songs to pass the time I feel it everyday, the words, the hate, the sheer disgust of everybody as they look my way It's why I only write songs that hurt other people now And songs without a soul like the one that you're hearing now I want to drink your words down completely I use my hands to hold them, nowhere to put them in One day my drought will no doubt diminish But until it does, waiting here until then The birds cry out their song in the sunset! I beg this empty ache to turn itself into a tune And say goodbye to you in this sunset Waiting for the night to come drown me in blue Slipping off my tongue is my goodbye to you