Nov 2011
Will somebody please tell me what's going on
Cause I'm well off the tracks
But I'm sure you know that
Can somebody please tell me what has gone wrong
So I can do the deed
And you'll know that it's done
Sometimes I think I think too much
But they all say the gut's the heart
See I've collected clues from clouds and fools
And songs which seem to echo doom for one
Still I'm baffled, lost at sea, tackling all that I see
With questions made of thin debris, the remains of my memory
And leaving used to mean escape
From towns and rules and scrambled tape
But now it resonates a tone of ruby slippers
Jutting from a cardboard home
They sure know how to talk and tease
Heavy taunts on a silent breeze
But the gist gets stuck somewhere
Between the tonsils and the air
That they can freely breathe
Don't mean to be the tumor ******* on your society
But some faceless man bought their bus tickets for free
Yeah the plot it sure has holes
Tell me something I don't know
No really, read it back to me
I didn't get the script, you see
How the hell can I repent or try to heal what's crooked-bent
When I can't feel time like you, forty-eight months and counting
Not to mention all the facts
The rumor mills, the news on tap
You got hand-delivered them
And I'm the widow waiting for the letter
Can't you see I'm trying here
To make amends, make this fog clear
I am stupid, I am queer
But I'm not playing dumb
Yeah you say that you're a friend
Five reasons I envy numb death
Cause when they cut they do it slow
No fist-fights in their bungalow
No jolted arms or upfront blows
They're frenemies, but never foes
Don't tell me I still have a pulse
When you've destroyed my holy ghost
Mixed batch of radiation and confessions
Never making the candid
Should have been a Pisces or a summer babe
Then maybe I'd get away with it all like you and your knaves
And when I'm pushing daisies or blowing in winds far from here
Money will change hands and they'll show up with veils of tears
As for now I set a date but someone beat me to the plate
How long till sorrow's empathy becomes a state of self-pity
Since when is death a shallow game
Birth certificate's a bane
When every single ounce of pain
Boils down to your last name
Cause I'm well off the tracks
But I'm sure you know that
Can somebody please tell me what has gone wrong
So I can do the deed
And you'll know that it's done
Sometimes I think I think too much
But they all say the gut's the heart
See I've collected clues from clouds and fools
And songs which seem to echo doom for one
Still I'm baffled, lost at sea, tackling all that I see
With questions made of thin debris, the remains of my memory
And leaving used to mean escape
From towns and rules and scrambled tape
But now it resonates a tone of ruby slippers
Jutting from a cardboard home
They sure know how to talk and tease
Heavy taunts on a silent breeze
But the gist gets stuck somewhere
Between the tonsils and the air
That they can freely breathe
Don't mean to be the tumor ******* on your society
But some faceless man bought their bus tickets for free
Yeah the plot it sure has holes
Tell me something I don't know
No really, read it back to me
I didn't get the script, you see
How the hell can I repent or try to heal what's crooked-bent
When I can't feel time like you, forty-eight months and counting
Not to mention all the facts
The rumor mills, the news on tap
You got hand-delivered them
And I'm the widow waiting for the letter
Can't you see I'm trying here
To make amends, make this fog clear
I am stupid, I am queer
But I'm not playing dumb
Yeah you say that you're a friend
Five reasons I envy numb death
Cause when they cut they do it slow
No fist-fights in their bungalow
No jolted arms or upfront blows
They're frenemies, but never foes
Don't tell me I still have a pulse
When you've destroyed my holy ghost
Mixed batch of radiation and confessions
Never making the candid
Should have been a Pisces or a summer babe
Then maybe I'd get away with it all like you and your knaves
And when I'm pushing daisies or blowing in winds far from here
Money will change hands and they'll show up with veils of tears
As for now I set a date but someone beat me to the plate
How long till sorrow's empathy becomes a state of self-pity
Since when is death a shallow game
Birth certificate's a bane
When every single ounce of pain
Boils down to your last name
