Thought Crime

Somebody like yourself, true and kind, would never understand this aching heart of mine
Cursing other people, yes, is what I do best, and so I
Write songs to pass the time

I've always dreamed of being on TV to hear the audience lovingly praise me
For now I guess I'll make this knife sharp as can be

Hear the crash of glass being pounded at
The tearing noise of a piece of paper torn to shreds
And the setting sun after goodbye is said is just so lovely
Even that much is plain to see!

The birds cry out their song in the sunset!
The empty ache I feel starts to sing a swan song too
And yet you linger still in the shadows, standing on your toes, sky a flaming red hue
Slipping off my tongue was my goodbye to you

I wanted to be seen, I want to love
Are these the dreams that people talk about?
Just another beggar begging for it to be
I'm lazy, hurry and satisfy me

Somebody like yourself wouldn't get this ugly jealousy that simmers in my chest
Always looking for an opportunity to hit and to strike 'em back
(Oh)

Hear the crash of glass bottles striking lamps
The blaring noise a guitar makes as it's being slammed
These regrets with no way to make amends
Though it's lovely, just the thought, see, that even that much is plain to see!

The words, relentless, beat down upon me!
December slowly creeps into my September heart
And in the spring, the mist in the mountains
Rises in the sky, summer falling behind
Carressing both my cheeks, as the breeze passes by

Somebody like yourself, true and kind, would never understand this aching heart of mine
I'm no good at living, but I don't wanna die, and so I write songs to pass the time

I feel it everyday, the words, the hate, the sheer disgust of everybody as they look my way
It's why I only write songs that hurt other people now
And songs without a soul like the one that you're hearing now

I want to drink your words down completely
I use my hands to hold them, nowhere to put them in
One day my drought will no doubt diminish
But until it does, waiting here until then

The birds cry out their song in the sunset!
I beg this empty ache to turn itself into a tune
And say goodbye to you in this sunset
Waiting for the night to come drown me in blue
Slipping off my tongue is my goodbye to you