March 22, 2004

bring out your dead

you always thought you knew best
you always thought you were so grown up
somehow that makes you younger than it seems
i trusted and i loved and i know heartache
you never trusted or loved
so how dare you speak to me of heartache
stand there and judge me
tell me what i have forgotten
i’m sorry i’m able to move on with my life
i’m sorry you are stuck in the past
but don’t drag me back there
ghosts of yesterday do not belong here
i’m living in today
bring out your dead
and leave them in the streets
then walk away and leave town
don’t look back at me to fix you
i never said i would because
i never thought i could
leave the woman and children alone
destroy the alpha male and conquer
it is what you do best

bring out your dead
and leave them in the streets
somehow the children will find a way home
i’m no longer a child
so stop leading me home
let me go my own way
let me live my own way
and then i can let you go

inside your head screaming pain
memories of what happened before
this is no longer before
this is today and this is what is
not what seems to be
make that distinction clearly
somewhere in the sky is the answer
between the earth and pluto
somewhere between the hurt and the lies
the pain and my cries
beat on my chest and rip out your hair
it won’t bring pluto anywhere near
to the misery you spread
to the irony you see
just leave me to live
in ironic misery

you promised to let me go