True Story
In a mess
In a very big mess
I was dressed with a gun in my hand
surrounded by friends
waiting for the end
I heard one of them say
“It’s not that he’s lonely,
it’s just that he’s alone.”
Truth is, I’m just a boy from Texas
A long way from home
Nobody asks me where I’m going
My name says I’m just passing through
another year with nothing to do
another year of reading Camus
I planned on losing my mind
but I got too medicated
and as for lying in bed with girls
I was way too sedated
I’d fought the cold war
A campaign of draining cups in a downpour
night after night
'till finally I was full
of nothing but emptiness
and I found myself dangerously dressed
face up
in a very big mess
In a very big mess
I was dressed with a gun in my hand
surrounded by friends
waiting for the end
I heard one of them say
“It’s not that he’s lonely,
it’s just that he’s alone.”
Truth is, I’m just a boy from Texas
A long way from home
Nobody asks me where I’m going
My name says I’m just passing through
another year with nothing to do
another year of reading Camus
I planned on losing my mind
but I got too medicated
and as for lying in bed with girls
I was way too sedated
I’d fought the cold war
A campaign of draining cups in a downpour
night after night
'till finally I was full
of nothing but emptiness
and I found myself dangerously dressed
face up
in a very big mess