In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
tell me some lies
I need someone to tell me
it's gonna be okay
while I smoke my tobacco
and drink my short life away
I need someone who knows me
to show me
what I'm all about
in this maze called a world
with a whole lot of
with and withouts
I need someone to take
the universe
and cut it down to size
tell me some lies
tell me some lies
I need someone to tell me
it's all gonna be fine
as we search for a future
beyond the horizon line
I need a reason
to get up each morning
in a world that worships greed
where the truth is neglected
and dishonesty is received
I need to figure out
all my alibis
tell me some lies
tell me some lies
look over at your neighbor
try to remember his name
and consider that maybe
the both of you
are at equal blame
look at your loved ones
look them straight in the eye
and acknowledge that
each passing second
means even less time
I gotta work in the morning, man,
I want to fall asleep tonight
tell me some lies
tell me some lies
tell me some lies
tell me some lies
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