they say failed romantics are critics
if thats the nail of my head
they swung down and hit it
and knocked me into the dirt
and im so dizzy that nothing hurts
i hear the media is a lie
and women write misery for other women
as collective gender suicide
well if everything they write is a lie
then what is this and who am i
they told me to trust my instinct
and go with my gut
but my intuition is flawed
so i keep my mouth shut
all the world’s a stage
or that’s what i heard someone say
so if we’re all actors
and this is a play
when do we bow
and go home for the day?
someone said you were bad news
but i like to get my news first hand
i’d want you to walk in my shoes
i’d want you to stand where i stand
before determining how good
or bad you think i am
so I wonder how bad people say I am…
I hope you all know that i mean everything i say
even when i dont mean it at all
I hope that one day we can all be friends
Sit around a fire, share stories of what we saw
When we were on the road
Taking our lives for granted
When we our problems were the only ones
That existed on this planet
I hear that artists are all crazy
And self involved
So kill us now or ship us off
And your problem should be solved
But then what would you listen to
And what would you watch
And what would you hang on your walls
And what you read
And do in the evenings
Besides catch us
Every time we’re about to fall
They say we all need each other
Do you believe that?
We live and die alone
but do it in back to back