I came in from the storm and the television's on.
As celebrities enact fictionalized tales.
How could my boring life compete?
And I thought about the drugs,
how I thought they fixed my brain,
until I was in the dark
rattling containers, scribbling garbage to myself:
I need constant attention or else I'm gonna get distracted
but even if you tell me something I can't guarantee I'm listening.
I hear BA BA BA BA BA
I've never been in love but I saw Brian Wilson once.
I was drunk and screamed too loud over the falsetto in You Still Believe in Me.
And I thought about the way his catastrophes made everything okay
'till I watched the fire fade and former dayglo embers turned to ashy greys and blacks.
One exhausted triple encore, unplugged bass around his neck.
I know fires can last forever, but I need to find a match 'cause these days, fuck, I'm tired.
I used to be an awesome listener.
But now I just drift in and out or get pulled away by beats and measures
like I don' t have a choice but failure and running from a brighter future.
It's never take me back 'cause I'm not sorry
For all the times I ran away or wasted my vacation days.
It's something I can't bring myself to say.
I need constant attention or else I'm gonna get distracted
but even if you tell me something I can't guarantee I'm listening.
and these days, fuck, I'm tired.
I used to be an awesome listener.
But now I just drift in and out or get pulled away by beats and measures
like I don' t have a choice but failure and running from a brighter future.
And all the times I ran away or wasted my vacation days.
It's something I can't bring myself to say.

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