the c word.

[elbels]

confusion by the zutons sums up my brain

i was wandering aimlessly around the red and white target building, strumming my fingers down the toy isle staring blankly at the tiles ahead.
driving home, with no headlights.
i dont want to be bothered.
i dont want to be seen.

i break a few words out to you.
so you can figure out the puzzle ive been playing into all day.
you apologize sympathetically
and then point out an intresting billboard and go about your way.
what the fuck are you supposed to say?
i dont know, i dont know, i dont know. but i wish you had said something more.

my best friend isnt going to make me feel any better
my mothers comforting isnt going to make this better

im left with no emotion
just a migrane
just my medicine
just my bed my music my pillow my thoughts my hopes my prayers

im left.

and dont say sorry.