I can't write today
so I'll just make up some words
like every other person
I've ever met on this earth

they make up lives
and make up loves
and make up times
that they're dreaming of

I don't want a cosmetician
or some false inhibition
to count as my religion
no just peel my face and
show me my true skin


if anything really mattered
I might really care
I might try a little harder
and take this song somewhere

But I am sorry, you only
get fake words today
you only hear the surface
feelings as I paddle away

spinning my canoe in circles
on a frozen lake
one that a shark found me in
and used my future as bait

I wish my friends were ok
I wish I could make them so
but that would entail
me wanting to grow

and I just don't know...

I don't know anything
and maybe it's as apparent
as these empty words i sing
and my emptiness you'll inherit

I can't ever seem to do
anything that's right
I don't know when to stop
I don't know when to fight

like some confused missile
heading for the sand
I buzz through dead air
missing my targets when I land

I take the wrong roads
returning my red rental truck
to the wrong rental place
time's up I fucking suck

Is this some bizarre punchline?
does some entity
get a mother fucking laugh
every time I fucking breathe?


I want to end this tune
but I don't know how
maybe I'll cut off my hands
would that stop the feelings now?

the blood would stain the page
in thirteen stripes like
my heart's blue canvas
beating red and white

I don't feel a part of my "cunt"ry
no I feel alone on this
spinning excuse for a world
see...

I'd write it all down but
then I might let it all out
and someone could hate it
and get up and shout

at my ineptitude
which is my job to do
I know I'm crazy
I just think
you see...
yeah I just think, I just think
they're all crazier than me