Navigating the Windward Passage - The Lawrence Arms

Drinking deathwish

Nights can’t save this.

Glasseyed slackjaws

Scream from safe homes.

I’ve got it wrong.

Time and again,

Song after song.

You’ve got answers:

Killing to please,

Swooning disasters.

So inventory me,

Drop me in your fishbowl.

I’m dying to breathe

Through your tight pigeon hole.

A dead man in dead dreams

When I’m gone you won’t miss me.

You’re dying to fist me

Out of the closet

And into the fire.

Out of these dumb

Little quips that inspire.

Outright outrage

Enrages you now.

You’re lifeless and sticky.

Kicking dead cows.

Fuck you sound.

One shot, all wrong.

One lie, all gone.

So cry for yourselves,

I’ll die with my own help.

These words are mine

And this grave that we share

Time after time

Chokes my life out

While you ask yourselves

What I’m crying about.

Well, these tears that are falling

Are wetting deaf ears.

You cry for your protests

And say I don’t care.

I couldn’t care less

I don’t answer to you.

I couldn’t care less

If you’re repulsed

Through and through.

A dead man in dead dreams

When I’m gone you won’t miss me.

You’re dying to fist me

Out of the closet

And into the fire.

Out of these dumb

Little quips that inspire.

Outright outrage

Enrages you now.

You’re lifeless and sticky.

Kicking dead cows.

Fuck you sound.

When it’s all said and done,

Did you really think

That you were the only one?

You were here before you,

You’ll be here when you’re gone.

Just another lemming

Humming protest songs.

Out of the closet

And into the fire.

Out of these dumb

Little quips that inspire.

Outright outrage

Enrages you now.

You’re lifeless and sticky.

Kicking dead cows.

Fuck you sound.