my online journey

the day's work is done
the sun is hiding
and I'm bored out of my mind
think I'll go
to the internet
and see what there is to find
there's mean human beings
that love disagreeing
about everything under the sun
give me Facebook
give me Twitter
Instragram's my babysitter
now my online journey has begun

the past is a different country

the past is a different country
you can't go there anymore
everything is different
than it was before
the highways are blocked
and the stop light's always red
the past is a different country
it's best to look ahead

I tried to change my history
but it wouldn't listen to me
I tried to make it live inside
but somehow it passed right through me
I regret not learning more
I want the lessons I've worn down
the past is a different county
now I stand on higher ground

falling

I'm calling because I'm falling
deeper and deeper
into my depression
I know you're busy, doctor,
but believe you me
I could use a session
cancel my subscription to the blues
write me a prescription I can use
give me something I can't lose
and I'll show you what I'm made of
give me normal or give me death
examine every single breath
I have only one request
and that's not to be afraid of
life
because I'm falling
and there's no way back up

on my way downtown

I was cruising through life
like I was Frank Sinatra
I was hitting the target
like it was a piñata
espousing philosophy like
Jean-Paul Sartre
I was on my way downtown

this company town

I take pills in the morning

to feel a-okay

so I can tell the whole world

get out of my way

I'm a man of business

and I gotta say

it takes a lot for me

to go out and play

your stupid games

I don't mean to put you down

but no one knows your name

in this company town

exist

somebody tell me
am I here to do something
or just to exist

part of the neighborhood

I ain't feeling bad
I ain't feeling good
today I'm just part of the neighborhood
today I somehow know my place
is at the back of the line
in the human race
I know it's not true
in fact, you know, I really do
my brain's not made of balsa wood
today I'm part of the neighborhood