another newport, another bowl, another drink
to see me through.
another sedative to seperate
me from you.
this is how it's always been, i suppose it's safe to say
this is how it'll always be.
don't say you learned it from me . . .
we've watched t.v. since we could see.
since we could see.
more and more, i must admit,
i'm amazed
by our general lack of concern
for the mess we've made.
i was always led to believe
things would change.
now i'm just numb to the whole ******* thing . . .
is that so strange?
you're only blind
to what you elect
not to see,
so shut up and smile . . .
and call it happy.
happy.
we've sold our souls for this:
ignorant bliss.
don't mistake this for blame.
i'm just as guilty as you!
the question now is,
what the hell do we do?
i never knew that bliss
could taste so much like ****
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
another newport, another bowl, another drink
to see me through.
another sedative to seperate
me from you.
this is how it's always been, i suppose it's safe to say
this is how it'll always be.
don't say you learned it from me . . .
we've watched t.v. since we could see.
since we could see.
more and more, i must admit,
i'm amazed
by our general lack of concern
for the mess we've made.
i was always led to believe
things would change.
now i'm just numb to the whole ******* thing . . .
is that so strange?
you're only blind
to what you elect
not to see,
so shut up and smile . . .
and call it happy.
happy.
we've sold our souls for this:
ignorant bliss.
don't mistake this for blame.
i'm just as guilty as you!
the question now is,
what the hell do we do?
i never knew that bliss
could taste so much like ****
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