CYNICAL
"Well
you knew me pretty well but I never let you see my dark side, so it's
perfectly appropriate, that I'm careening down the highway screaming at
the top of my lungs praying for the courage to do something reckless.
Well a short hiatus of perceived bliss, I guess its back to courting the grey cloud i used to love, but you don't deserve the satisfaction of being the one who pushed me over the edge. So tone it down a notch, just a six-pack and some cigarettes and I'm stumbling in the street looking something pitiful, like the old cat you put out she looked bewildered for a while but she's getting meaner by the minute, yeah she's getting meaner by the minute.
Maybe I'm just angry, for the love songs you murdered mid-verse, or maybe I'm just angry 'cause it all fell down for you first. Because it all fell down for you first...
Well would it all be so easy, if you had to look me straight in the eye, if I were there to contradict all the pretty stories you tell to justify yourself? Well now I find it hard to believe you don't have a thing to say to me, you don't call and you're just getting cruel and we're both getting petty, oh you better be happy, you better be happy...
Well maybe I'm just angry, for those battered, tainted memories, or maybe I'm just angry cause now you feel so free, I guess now you feel so free, I guess now you feel so... Well if you think too big or you think too small it'll lead you down the same road, you'll figure out life rewards the worst in us, yeah you can take and take and take some more and you'll never get what you deserve, yeah this is me at my most cynical, yeah this is me at my most cynical.
And I'm getting meaner by the minute, I said I'm getting meaner by the minute...
Well you knew me pretty well but I never let you see my dark side."
CHRIS PUREKA
DRIVING NORTH
Well a short hiatus of perceived bliss, I guess its back to courting the grey cloud i used to love, but you don't deserve the satisfaction of being the one who pushed me over the edge. So tone it down a notch, just a six-pack and some cigarettes and I'm stumbling in the street looking something pitiful, like the old cat you put out she looked bewildered for a while but she's getting meaner by the minute, yeah she's getting meaner by the minute.
Maybe I'm just angry, for the love songs you murdered mid-verse, or maybe I'm just angry 'cause it all fell down for you first. Because it all fell down for you first...
Well would it all be so easy, if you had to look me straight in the eye, if I were there to contradict all the pretty stories you tell to justify yourself? Well now I find it hard to believe you don't have a thing to say to me, you don't call and you're just getting cruel and we're both getting petty, oh you better be happy, you better be happy...
Well maybe I'm just angry, for those battered, tainted memories, or maybe I'm just angry cause now you feel so free, I guess now you feel so free, I guess now you feel so... Well if you think too big or you think too small it'll lead you down the same road, you'll figure out life rewards the worst in us, yeah you can take and take and take some more and you'll never get what you deserve, yeah this is me at my most cynical, yeah this is me at my most cynical.
And I'm getting meaner by the minute, I said I'm getting meaner by the minute...
Well you knew me pretty well but I never let you see my dark side."
CHRIS PUREKA
DRIVING NORTH