write down your complaint
scratch it from your head
put it in a box
underneath your bed
and wake up angry
and call it funny
why do you want to be wanted
by a world that only means to whore you?
i try my best to be gentle
but i was at the stop sign before you
write down your complaint
scratch it from your head
put it in a box
underneath your bed
and wake up angry
and call it funny
incessantly i think at it:
is my life legitimate?
but in this drive-thru
world of ours
the thought alone
sets one apart
write down your complaint
scratch it from your head
put it in a box
underneath your bed
and wake up still drunk
and call it funny
will it read in the history books
only that we could not get along?
it seems true and yet it seems a case of
turning up the volume of what's wrong
write down your complaint
scratch it from your head
put it in a box
underneath your bed
and wake up hopeful
my god, not again