Post by loopysanchez on Nov 15, 2007 14:11:58 GMT -5
Sometimes you just wake up, have a bad morning, and write an ode to everybody who ever left you feeling fucked over. 
VERSE 1
I’m finally learning I can drown fine all by myself
Seems at last I’ve found I don’t need anybody’s help
So don’t try to put these brown eyes up on some forgotten shelf
I can make it through this downtime without anybody else
CHORUS
I’m done
I’m giving up on this
Giving up on everything
I’m done
Not down, just a realist
Rather stay numb than to feel this
Than to feel anything
VERSE 2
And I feel a bit too crowded whenever I’m not alone
When I say these thoughts out loud it’s not to scare you to the bone
I’m not foolish, I’m not proud; it’s just something that I’ve known
And should you have the nerve to doubt it, you can find out on your own
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Hope you weren’t expecting some sentimental aw-shucks bridge
With a dash of table syrup to sweeten up the hook
Or second thought perspectives from the other side of this ridge
Showing everything’s still just fine, upon a closer look
VERSE 3
There will be no self-analysis, I’m long past repairing
No calculated callousness, no angry fits of swearing
No random acts of malice; it’s beyond my point of caring
No jumping off the palace, with everybody staring
CHORUS
VERSE 1
I’m finally learning I can drown fine all by myself
Seems at last I’ve found I don’t need anybody’s help
So don’t try to put these brown eyes up on some forgotten shelf
I can make it through this downtime without anybody else
CHORUS
I’m done
I’m giving up on this
Giving up on everything
I’m done
Not down, just a realist
Rather stay numb than to feel this
Than to feel anything
VERSE 2
And I feel a bit too crowded whenever I’m not alone
When I say these thoughts out loud it’s not to scare you to the bone
I’m not foolish, I’m not proud; it’s just something that I’ve known
And should you have the nerve to doubt it, you can find out on your own
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Hope you weren’t expecting some sentimental aw-shucks bridge
With a dash of table syrup to sweeten up the hook
Or second thought perspectives from the other side of this ridge
Showing everything’s still just fine, upon a closer look
VERSE 3
There will be no self-analysis, I’m long past repairing
No calculated callousness, no angry fits of swearing
No random acts of malice; it’s beyond my point of caring
No jumping off the palace, with everybody staring
CHORUS