#1
it's lonely in the Garden State,
the place of no left turns
in a Motel 6 in East Brunswick
smoking 'till my lungs burn
i put ice in the trash can
to cool down my beer
breathe in the perfume in the room
of the person last here
i can't stand this singing,
i can't stand this song
i can't stand being home,
lord i can't stand being gone
my ears ring when it's quiet
and i ain't heard a thing all day
and I'd call if I could
but right now i ain't got nothing to say

and so on,
and so long
i can't keep singing these songs
for too long
and so on

the first night we met
we ****ed on the couch in my living room
and spent the morning pretending it didn't happen
searching for your lost phone
which i found between the cushions,
below a pile of our clothes
you said you couldn't leave with out it
I should have kept my eyes closed
i left for work directly then
for a 15 hour day
made just over a hundred bucks
none of which I ever saved
didn't hear too much from you before
and never heard from you again
cause as soon as this **** starts
it's bound to end

and so on
and so long
i can't keep singing these songs
for too long
and so on

i throw empty beer cans at the tv
when I'm watching the news
i hate republicans I hate democrats
I hate liberals too
I think pacifists are weak
and violence is wrong
but I go limp for police
and i fight when it's called for
the truth is i don't know or care
with who or where I fit in at all
but I keep on living simple
riding fast and living slow
i write standard boring songs
with boring standard chords
just like the best and the worst -
verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-repeat and so on...


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#2
hm. very real-life. very real life. more real life than most of the "her" songs/poems/rambles/desperate attempts at forgiveness/you never knew this (or me), but...s/etc., and pretty decent. Not a hit, but it's not supposed to be, is it?
#3
Quote by spike_8bkp
hm. very real-life. very real life. more real life than most of the "her" songs/poems/rambles/desperate attempts at forgiveness/you never knew this (or me), but...s/etc., and pretty decent. Not a hit, but it's not supposed to be, is it?

hell no