she tried to not grow weary
she kept her head held high
high enough for him
to chop it off when she rode by.
her smile was so thin
you could barely see it
when against the white shirt
that we'd come to learn
was thickened skin.
she tried to make things easy
she tried to make things right
she tried to do the stand up thing
and not fold every night.
they never meant to break her
they never meant her harm
but after 50 million lies
thier smiles had lost thier charm.
and she screamed out from way down:
"i say
theres better ways
for me to spend my time.
i say
theres better ways
for me to carry on.
all around me
what surrounds me
wears me down."
he tried to not go under
he tried to get it straight
he tried to make a man
out of this mountain of mistakes.
his eyes were way too heavy
like they went ten miles down
where things made sense
behind that half-assed stare
and vacant frown.
he tried to make things easy
he tried to make things right
(how long since youve seen me?)
he tried to do the stand up thing
and not fold every night.
(im two feet in front of you.)
then one day she stopped breathing
she held her breath inside
(how long since you listened?)
and when he saw her turn blue
something deep inside him died
(ill do whatever you do.)
and he screamed out from way down:
"i say
theres better ways
for me to spend my time.
i say
theres better ways for me to carry on.
all around me
what surrounds me
wears me down.
i say
to hell with everyone!
youre on your own.
i say
to hell with where we live!
its still our home
all of us here
every long year...
so you listen up:
youre just lucky we dont lash out.