(no subject)
It’s like the lyrics to the story that you write on your hands
with the marker that your nephew gave you on your birthday last year
and you claim to be an idealist, an individual against things that are cliche
somewhat of a communist, a liberal minded genius
but I see you as an elitist with no boundaries or conscience
a reckless soul with too much time on his hands
and I may have loved you when you were what I needed
but as far as I see it now, you’re boring and empty
and I write songs that trash you because you didn’t give a damn
self-absorbed, nah, politically charged, you’re creativity’s a sham
and this song will have no climax, and I won’t scream when I lose control
it’s just like our life together, not so subtle, not so...
predictable and not so cunning, you’re like every person that I’ve met
every kid in ninth grade that stomped the shit out of my friends
the hippie clothes and messy hair don’t fool me this time
you’re just like the kids with the pretty clothes and cars that shine
and I write songs that trash you because you didn’t give a damn
self-absorbed, nah, politically charged, you’re creativity’s a sham
and this song will have no climax, and I won’t scream when I lose control
it’s just like our life together, not so subtle, not so...
I wish you could transcend mind-sets for once
but “open-minded” seems to be so restricted
with the marker that your nephew gave you on your birthday last year
and you claim to be an idealist, an individual against things that are cliche
somewhat of a communist, a liberal minded genius
but I see you as an elitist with no boundaries or conscience
a reckless soul with too much time on his hands
and I may have loved you when you were what I needed
but as far as I see it now, you’re boring and empty
and I write songs that trash you because you didn’t give a damn
self-absorbed, nah, politically charged, you’re creativity’s a sham
and this song will have no climax, and I won’t scream when I lose control
it’s just like our life together, not so subtle, not so...
predictable and not so cunning, you’re like every person that I’ve met
every kid in ninth grade that stomped the shit out of my friends
the hippie clothes and messy hair don’t fool me this time
you’re just like the kids with the pretty clothes and cars that shine
and I write songs that trash you because you didn’t give a damn
self-absorbed, nah, politically charged, you’re creativity’s a sham
and this song will have no climax, and I won’t scream when I lose control
it’s just like our life together, not so subtle, not so...
I wish you could transcend mind-sets for once
but “open-minded” seems to be so restricted