Librarians in Uproar

I hate mourning people while they’re still alive

You’ve got a chip on your shoulder and a wish to die

Got me feeling Hemingway while you’re quoting Mary Wollstonecraft

Apathy in vain to see if I will give a damn for

Any one of these excuses for empathy would be

Better than me and my tendency for self deprecation

You told me this ain’t a feeling it’s a war

Won’t you come and buy me while I’m selling myself

Short again

In the end

We’ll find ourselves are rather insignificant pair

And all of our problems

Have the audacity to pretend to be

Bigger than ourselves

What a shame it would be to find

We offered more than this

And while you’re getting work done

I’m giving death a quick one in the shed

You told me this ain’t a feeling it’s a war

So won’t you come and buy me while I’m selling myself

Short again

All that Kafka and Kierkegaard

Drifts away when you’re in the dark

And all that’s left is the light flickering in my hand

Four thousand hours of burning my head out I’m burning away from you

And I’ve never been so scared in my whole life

As I am now I don’t think I’ll ever survive

You be the fox and I’ll be the hound

Let’s both die together and then change the ending when the film comes around