loneliness does not equate to a lack of love
paths are to be followed,
not to be spoken of
when it's all over, when all is said and done
all that is left are the echoes
of all the lives you have touched
hey man,
you alright?
i got a lot on my mind
and this pinch in my side.
well tell me why,
you don't gotta bottle it all up
too many words and
too little time
i can't really tell down from up
because i'm perfectly insane
in all the right ways
i seem to fit this sort of criteria
of how many tears i've cried
and lives denied.
well you know i'm here for ya,
i don't quite know what to say,
except it'll all be okay
but that's the thing man, it wont
because it gets bad before it gets good
and it gets good so it can get bad
i have felt much less love that i have shown
but that's all good cause i don't get all that i should
i don't know, man, i just get kinda sad
sometimes i kinda miss my mom and dad
but they were ****, weren't they?
and you know, that's okay.
you gotta quit saying that
because it's not alright, not okay
i've gotten so tired and lonely and fat
not much else to say
i'm gonna go now man
see you another day.
left on the phone line
wouldn't know their heart was breaking
over their own knee, in with the car key
the ignition, the ride,
their simple lies that everything's just fine
over the bridge
or through the trees
down the mountains
or into the sea
hey man,
you alright?