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i don't know why
i never did anything to you
and i know, i can't comply
to the way that you think that i should play my songs
never bother'd to take the time to watch me
you just criticized with every line
you said so many bad things about me
i think you'r just musically uninclined
and your still spreading it around,
and you keep writing it all down
and i'll find you, with your review
and i'll make you apologize to me
just say you're sorry, for your story
i don't think that it was very fair of you
you jeff brown'd me
you said my songs are not all that complicated
the chorus's, just seem to be phrases
shouted out, twenty times in a row
what'a you know
i don't expect you to understand my feelings
cause your accusing me of stealing
power chords from a screeching weasel song
you know they'd never let me play that long
you think that i'm not cool
hard to deny...what's wrong with me
a softer side
to compromise
it's all i have for my teenage mind
it's not the first time that i found
all my friends just put me down
i had to, force them' to understand
that i'm not as, dumb as they think i am
now they're still making fun of me
miami vice, my favorite show, on so many years ago
and sonny crocket was the, man that i hoped i would be
i bought the shades and bought the clothes
and wore pink pastel colors so
i could fit in, with the crowd, what was wrong with me
they always seem... when they're around
to make it, "a" point, to put me down
without a trace, another case, of retro 80's so called friends of mine
i am, a burned out loser and
i can, pretend, all the pressures that are
going through my mind, i'm still captain geek divine
now once again, i've been, the subject of my own joke played on me
i cannot lie, i grew a mullet to comply
with all the fads that, everyone would try like tab one calorie
and i would do most anything, to gain a friend or just be seen
hello, can i talk to you a minute ?
how ya doin, i'm fine
i haven't seen your pretty face for quite some time
you're building walls around you
the tension now is showing
do you want to keep this, whole thing, going ?
last night...
i went to a place
on the other side of loneliness where everybody wore your face
last night...
i went to a place
it was far away from here, where the pain would all soon disappear
well, i know...
a place where it's at
come with me, i'm sure you'll see, the broken chair where i once sat
and, you know...
that things will never be the same
it's hard to figure out
there's too much going on - and you don't, believe me
i can't ration-a-lize, the way it all comes round
it's so confusing - and it, happens to me everyday somehow
i'm wasting my time, hoping i'll find i've got a clue
what can i say, get out of my way,
and try to understand the things i do
the look on your face but i don't, think i can keep up this pace
cause we all fall down
when we step into the sun
break my neck in two
try'n to copy what you do
we all fall down
when we step into the sun
cause when it comes around
it leaves you lying on the ground
now, i can't remember my name
but it will come back to me
accept me for who i am, high on adrenaline
taking chances and i'm feeling pretty good about it
now i'm higher than i've been, can you feel it rushin' in
i'm burnin up inside and i think i can tell the reasons why
it's time i told the truth
i hit my head and lost my couthe
and i've have never felt the same since that day now i'm ok
i might be a little slow
in summer sun and winter snow
just another day, i'm sick of sleeping with you
and the games you play, when there's nothing left to do
you hang around, when i want to be alone
and bitch to me, when i'm talking on the phone, uh oh oh oh
i can't go, and you can't stay
i never said that i wanted you
you're always careful now of what you say
and there's no reason,
the rest is on its way
it's just another day
i hate the time, that i'm spending with you
never the same, with the stupid things you do
you put me down and question my authority
things don't seem to be as easy as they used to be
i can't go.......
the rest is on its way
it's just another day
i can't stand the things you do,
you change the channels when i'm watching too
you steal the covers almost every day
and cross your fingers when you promise me
your dirty dishes in the bathroom sink
and filthy laundry in the closet stinks
i can't take the way you waste my time
and leave your letters here for me to find
hesitating inside my head
and i don't care about what might be said
contimplating everything you say
and there's no reason
the rest is on its way
i know that it's just a word
but it's the saddest thing i've ever heard
i just tried to be your friend
now you're walking out on me again
i said, don't cry
you said, goodbye
you still can't get past yourself
to notice anybody else
i can't break into your head
i'd settle for your heart instead
crying in your beer, you've made an artform out of sad
making sure the bottle's the best friend you ever had
but it makes the problems grow,
so if you want to leave so bad, just go
took a chance to start again
and twisted it into an end
making something hard and sad
replace all the respect i had
i said, don't cry
you said, goodbye
so here we are again
my stormy weather friend
got no sun to shine on us
so i guess we'll just pretend that
there's still something here, untill the skies are clear
turn and walk away, there's nothing left to say but
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
you said, you'd try
i know, you lie
you said, don't cry
i said, goodbye
i know that it's just a word
but it's the saddest thing i've ever heard
another endless day
i must be getting older, this i've found
its harder to complain
i must be getting used to this by now
the perfect girl for me
she's never there when things just fall apart
but i know everything
pretending that i still control my life
and when i think i can't trust you again
you lie, and tell me what i need
the stupid little things
and silly little words
never mean a thing, unless you promise to me first
keep lying to your friends
you know it all depends
on the stupid little things you say
with all your made up lies
i hold my own in conversations still
i try to compromise
but never had a chance and never will
the way you are inside
covers up you feelings once again
i can't see through your eyes
i asked you, to go out, with me your quite the knock out
i showed up early pounding loud on your front door
can i use, your bathroom, and not a moment too soon
it must have been the hot wings from the night before
i could just keep it in
another couple hours maybe then
you would be telling me what's really on your mind
just hold that thought, i'll be right back,
i just can't hold it in this time
the blow-out, was ugly, just tell your mom i'm sorry
i didn't mean to drive your family from your home
they seemed so pissed at me
it happens to us all it will you'll see
i know, i know, my so called life has got to go
why do i always seem to mess things up - most everytime
and i know, i know, a second chance for me to show
i wanna make it up to you and take you out a second time
no wonder, you hate me, you spent 3 hours waiting
while i was in your bathroom, clogging up the bowl
thought of so many ways
so you think, that i want someone else
i need some time alone, just by myself
everything, as far as i can tell
was kept inside your little carosel
is there no answer now do you suppose,
that's just the way it goes
where will we end up maybe no-one knows,
like falling dominos
don't you know, that you're not helping me
you're not that good at human chemistry
but we're not, what we pretend to be
i need to break my co-dependency
is there no answer now do you suppose,
that's just the way it goes
where will we end up maybe no-one knows,
like falling dominos
another place, another smile, i need my space from you awhile
a final question that i think i may have asked some time before
why do you always act this way, i'm never gone more than one day
why don't you just grow up, i've had enough, now get your own life
i want some time, to figure out
there's nothing more for us to talk about
is there no answer now do you suppose,
that's just the way it goes
where will we end up maybe no-one knows,
wendy was my first love
brenda was a step above
dana was the girl right inbetween
stephanie a tri-delt
never knew how i felt
alicia thought she was a beauty queen
and everywhere i wanna go
they would always tell me no
cause they were too afraid they might be seen
and, all the times i analyze, and always seem to patronize
i finally met a girl i want to be with
now, i can embrace my fears
it's like she's been with me for 20 years
there's only one thing left to say
jolene's the one
so i wrote this song, and it's all about her
and there's no-way
i could stand each day, if i'd never met her
elka had an attitude, left me standing in the nude
and she could never look me in the eye
i once had my best friend's little sister gilian
but she was immature and so am i
but when it comes to waiting and expecting
all these things will end
i cannot find the words to emphasize
the way i'm feeling
now, i can embrace....
jolene i saw your name, and all the others look the same
your milky thighs and long brown hair, i just sit and stare
it fills my heart and makes me glad to think of all the times we had
did you, ever think you would end up all alone
talking to your girlfriends telephone
yesterday you broke up; now your through
and she said it's not because of you
you try to ask her simply why, you start to scream & start to cry
then she tells you once again, where her tongue has really been
she met a girl on friday night, they start to kiss and start to bite
and the rest is history, that's why this girl is not with me
my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
my girlfriend
two weeks later, at a party in the boones
i saw my girlfriend and another leave the room
they went upstairs, and they turned off all the lights
i sat and watched em' cause, that's what a loser does
somebody tell me what the hell is wrong with me
my luck with women, still remains a mystery
i can't keep the girls, from always changing sides
unless they're fat & ugly, even then they fantacize
i want to be a lezbian
i want to be a lezbian
i want to be a lezbian
i meant it metaphorically
i'm here to save the day
spiderman and batman, waiting for a catscan
there's nothing left to say
you analyze the problems
you thought they went away
space ghost, a new host, for cartoons on the west coast
it'll never be the same
turn it down,
turn it down
my dad would always say
i know you've seen them all before
turn it down,
turn it down
please go outside and play
i can't take it, when you're screaming,
in the basement, and the t.v.,
is so loud i can't concentrate
i watch'm catagorically
my pillows on the floor
saturday, morning, is really getting boring
they leave me wanting more
spending all my free time
watching all i can
a looney toon, community, wonder who is gonna be
you don't know, how i feel now
even though i've told you, everyday
i find it - hard to breathe, when i'm around you
and never - seem to find, the words to say
and it all makes sense
when i'm living in suspense
i can count on you, to make it ok
and when we find ourselves
living our own hells, tells
i can rely on you, to save the day
i'll buy myself, a dozen roses
and give you one, each time i go
because the - dreams i've had, are all about you
now you've - changed my life, this i know
i smell your skin, on the pillow
and the clothes i wear, when you are gone
and now i find myself, thinking of you
i remember my first day, in 6th grade elementary
the teacher, then called me by my name
she wore a summer dress, the next day wore a little less
and still gave me a boner, just the same
i dropped my pencil on the floor, just to see if i could score
the perfect view of her panties
playing kickball in the yard, i sat and watched her from afar
she was the perfect girl for me
but i don't know
where all the seasons go
the summer came and went too fast
but i know
that i'm still feeling pretty low
i still can't think about her less
i remember my last day, in 6th grade elementary
the teacher asked to see me after class
she tore her clothing off, her juggs were huge and very soft
i woke up drooling on my desk
i'd pat erasers after school, tried to pretend that i was cool
so we could spend some time alone
she was almost 33, she said you're much too young for me
now i harass her on the phone
i'm older now
i cannot find
a reason why, that i should
just put aside
my feelings there
i've come undone and i'm still waiting
for her to decide
and i'm stating
i've walked this road, a thousand times before
it just breaks down on me, mazda machinery
a rusted shell from, nineteen eighty four
and so i try to find, inside my feeble mind
a way, to fix my mistakes
oh my god,
my innocent fascade
there's no appologies, for all the pieces that are found
and i still believe,
there's somethin up my sleeve
it just left my transmission on the ground
replacement parts, aren't always hard to find
cause there's a million more, down on the basement floor
the perfect time, to leave it all behind
drove it into the ground, it makes a funny sound
so then, i'll turn it on again
i haven't much to say today
cause you want me to throw it all away
and everytime, i think i'm doin fine
you're looking for that, time that you said
you're never going back because when you get there
you'll get what you deserve
and you're looking for that, time to find that
everything that you want in life
well, it's already right within your reach
but you can't see it
so open your eyes
open your mind to pass what's on the outside
and you just might find
a life to call your own
a home away from home, call it what you've always wanted
you think that i'm dead wrong, and this song is not fair
pass judgement on me just cause i couldn't stand there
with a smile to give, i took your smiles to heart
and you're looking for that, time to find that
everything that you want in life
well, it's already right within your reach
but you can't see it...
it's all within your reach
it's all within your reach
but i hope that you'll find, something more than the time
you've wasted fighting all your rivals
long days, just a twenty cents an hour raise
data entry, while i'm staring at the walls
i say, there really is no other way
to make a million bucks at all
i'll pawn my stereo, then drive to southern mexico
and sell my kidney for a lousy grand
like a lobotomy, i'll even try the lottery
but nothing seems to go the way i planned
so let's go
on vacation to a place that's far away
let's go
my job is slowly driving me insane
now some daze, i just sit here thinking what a waste
and i've never felt like this before
no space, and it's only feeding my disgrace
i don't think i can take it anymore
once there was a time, when i was too naive to mind
cause i would listen to my boss and play along
but top raman, mac & cheese, is not enough to carry me
i need to find another second job
i hear the voices, can it be
a psycho analystic dream
this situations so bizzare
i have no clue on who you are
i need release from all my pain
it's so much fun to be insane
i need to take it out on you
another morning still in bed, so many thoughts run through my head,
self-motivating not to be
i stayed up late the night before, to contimplate and self absorb,
there is no answer i can see
knowing my life sucks to me
yesterday i wrote another goodbye note
i took a razor and i tried to cut my throat
but i missed a dull blade one of my first signs
i found a plastic bag to wrap around my head
it was a little small i killed the cat instead
that little bastard's suppose to live another 8 more times
what's wrong with my mind
prozac for the way you feel, makes your body so sureal
having one with wine is just the trick
took a lighter to a can of raid, drinking drain-o lemonaide
and all it did was make me really sick
but i don't care, my whole damn life seems so unfair
do you know what might be wrong with me
here in my own hell, they say that i don't look so well
do you know how lonely it can be
knowing my life sucks to me
today i'm feeling down, like most of the time
i called another dam suicide hot line
and the girl on the phone didn't really care
i said i'd end my life, but it always falls apart
i couldn't get my brand new car to start.
the disappointments more than i can bare.
opened up the oven door, laid down on the kitchen floor
and only burned my elbows on the rack
jumped out of a flying plane, you'd think that i might be insane
but i forgot my chute was on my back
i tied a knot and pulled it through, and broke the ceiling fan in two
it only made me dizzy for a bit
now i'm burried underground, and everyone just stands around my
here he is
my best friend, standing tall for my affection
holding on
no one's here, and it's good for my complexion
how sweet it is
just waking up, and facing acts of desperation
what can it do
to my life, but give him strength in unfamiliar places
let it go...
so i try,
to comply, when all my mags are in the basement
i'll turn the lights off
and i'll contimplate my next impression through
not a day goes by, that i still rely, on facing my addictions
you'll never understand, just what it's like,
to compromise, your own safety - and i know
the pressure builds up day by day
it's not real love alone they say
and not much more than i can take
and so i ask - will i lose my sanity
time will pass - it's only human kind
not too fast - one more wasted fantasy
so make it last - cause it's my private time
why should i
stand aside, revealing all my hiding places
the closet door
is open wide, it's killing all my concentration
when i fantacize, i try to close my eyes, and think of all positions
animalistic pleasure, is building pressure, untill the end,
now i can't breathe - and i know
somehow i've made it
i'm always frustrated
a model condition
did you, ever think you would end up all alone
talking to your girlfriends telephone
yesterday you broke up; now your through
and she said it's not because of you
you try to ask her simply why, you start to scream & start to cry
then she tells you once again, where her tongue has really been
she met a girl on friday night, they start to kiss and start to bite
and the rest is history, that's why this girl is not with me
my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
my girlfriend, whoa oh - wa oh oh
my girlfriend
two weeks later, at a party in the boones
i saw my girlfriend and another leave the room
they went upstairs, and they turned off all the lights
i sat and watched em' cause, that's what a loser does
somebody tell me what the hell is wrong with me
my luck with women, still remains a mystery
i can't keep the girls, from always changing sides
unless they're fat & ugly, even then they fantacize
[repeat chorus...]
One day (one day)
My time (my time)
Will come (will come)
So why do I
Pretend to give a lousy spit, when I'm really almost over it
I want to be a flirt, that girl inside her skirt
I'll make her come again it's true, I wanna be a lezbian like you
i want to be a lezbian
i want to be a lezbian
i want to be a lezbian