I want you love. No, I need your love.
Cause I’m falling, like a baby dove.
I’ve got no wings,
Nor shiny things.
But aren’t we birds of a feather?
Maybe we could fall together.

"Nothing ever doesn’t change,
But nothing changes much.”
I have always been strange,
But please do stay in touch.

I know I’ve not got much,
But I think it’s enough.
And I don’t need a crutch,
But maybe that’s a bluff

"Everything will be alright,
If I could just see you tonight..."

But how can I be so sure?
Doubts questioning from the core.

No, I don't need any sunlight,
to see that this isn't quite right.

But oh, she makes my heart soar,
Heart's saying, don't shut that door.

Oh I'll be the ruin of me,
Just wait, Soon enough you'll see.

Yeah, soon the cracks'll start to show,
Because I just can't let go.

Now, see how stupid it is?
I really should just quit this.

It's closing time,
and I haven't another dime.

This empty glass
and I haven't got any class.

So why'd you come sit next to me?

Haven't you got somewhere to be?

Someone just a little better,
Could get you a little wetter.

That doesn't matter right now,

Cause I ain't holier than thou.

But I haven't got any class,
lain on the grass.

But I haven't done a crime,
Still feel like grime.

The morning sun looks so bright,
Nothing actually feels quite right.
Birds singing their pretty songs,
They can't ever unmake wrongs.

Waking up to new nightmares,
Where nobody ever cares.
I just want to make them smile,
Seems like I just have to rile.

I can't cheer them up or on,
I don't care, Soon it'll be gone.
Oh, The night can't come too soon.
I've been missing that white moon.

Unless I say something with conviction,
Better not speak a single word.
Having an opinion is an affliction,
Best that I went unheard.

The contentious masses choke on opinions.
Coughing, suffocating and spitting.
Each side disseminates their dominions.
Every "fact"-spewer unremitting.

Every one of them a man of straw,
Ablaze with righteous zeal.
So many blind to their own flaws,
Proclaim the same old spiel.

There's no room for fence-sitters,
no gray area or neutrality.
Dead men are the only quitters,
of this black and white morality.

Step up and say your piece,
And someone will find reason to **** you.
Otherwise, rest in peace,
Because you can't escape their petty feud.

Numbers do not lie,
Simply quantify.
Equations do not feel,
Can't make them a deal.
Digits do not care,
They are simply there.