We Are Both Writers

reacclimate to my surroundings back in a city that just seems to eat itself All I really want to do is get back into you no tension no worries but every time it comes around I find gray ways to let you down I can't controal my insticts why can't I be happy just to call you a friend? I though things could be different maybe I could do some good come home spent to unemploy a past form Hollywood some things can change everything despite their rights and wrongs I'm getting reacquainted with my lower self redhead teach me compassion from your fragrant continent whail your're at it you can resurrect my family whail you're at it you can summon christ and part the seas whail you're at it you can polarize my chemicals I'm so sick of tryin to fight my body and you at the same time I am righteous in my anger! all I have to give you is my lower self oh how you are as petty as the postpunk kids you pity oh how you swear by the myth that you're not beautiful how nothing ever seems to work the way that it gets planned so we turn away from everyone that loves us hypnotized by waves out lives are deer blocking the lane we can just sit back and watch it all go up in flames Until every note every chord sounds the same it goes boom boom boom boom on my ego it goes boom boom boom boom for so long untill it hurts you more then it hurts me nothing ever seems to work the way that it gets planned so I will turn away from every thing that hurts me climb back into a cloud of smoke my face close to the flame cameras pulling back, leaving you left of the frame it's a party and your not invited.