"i want... something"
life has been excellent, up until these past few days, and now that i'm not feeling so healthy, it's hard to rememeber how "good" feels. which makes me wish i had updated more about all my adventures. but yeah life has been good, and hopefully it will soon return to that state.
"she’s sittin in a bathroom stall
with a marker in her hand
and she’s scribbling down the words
to her favorite song by her favorite band
and she hopes someone will read them
and maybe they’ll understand
how it feels
to care so much it hurts
to fight so hard you shake
to love so intensely that it scares you
to build so much that something breaks
and she knows that she’s not the only one
but sometimes it sure feels that way
in a little college town in Ohio
so there’s a song that she sings everyday
(chorus)
I want something
that’s better than this.
and i’m not sure exactly what it is
but i think that we could build it
if we try together
And if we all sing...
And 500 miles away down I-70
there’s a boy sitting in a room
full of patches and PCP
and the kids all drink the same beer
and they talk about anarchy
and he wonders if he’s the only one
who remembers what that used to mean?
and the punk-rock band plays on
long into the night
these days the girls with the empty eyes
hardly even put up a fight
and he watches as his friends give up
and slowly start to die
putting needles in their arms
because punk-rock boys don’t cry, he sings:
(chorus)
and that very same night
kids all across the earth
felt lonely and confused
frightened and unsure
and we’re trying to find one another
through a system that keeps us apart
to match the weapons that we hold in our fists
with the passion that we carry in our hearts
and we know it’s gonna take a long time
and we know that we’ll fuck up along the way
but i’ve got a feeling that we’re winning
as i here more and more and more of us say:
(chorus)"
-Evan Greer
"she’s sittin in a bathroom stall
with a marker in her hand
and she’s scribbling down the words
to her favorite song by her favorite band
and she hopes someone will read them
and maybe they’ll understand
how it feels
to care so much it hurts
to fight so hard you shake
to love so intensely that it scares you
to build so much that something breaks
and she knows that she’s not the only one
but sometimes it sure feels that way
in a little college town in Ohio
so there’s a song that she sings everyday
(chorus)
I want something
that’s better than this.
and i’m not sure exactly what it is
but i think that we could build it
if we try together
And if we all sing...
And 500 miles away down I-70
there’s a boy sitting in a room
full of patches and PCP
and the kids all drink the same beer
and they talk about anarchy
and he wonders if he’s the only one
who remembers what that used to mean?
and the punk-rock band plays on
long into the night
these days the girls with the empty eyes
hardly even put up a fight
and he watches as his friends give up
and slowly start to die
putting needles in their arms
because punk-rock boys don’t cry, he sings:
(chorus)
and that very same night
kids all across the earth
felt lonely and confused
frightened and unsure
and we’re trying to find one another
through a system that keeps us apart
to match the weapons that we hold in our fists
with the passion that we carry in our hearts
and we know it’s gonna take a long time
and we know that we’ll fuck up along the way
but i’ve got a feeling that we’re winning
as i here more and more and more of us say:
(chorus)"
-Evan Greer