Saturday, December 11, 2010

I don't care that I care


I have this poster of a band
I never saw and never heard
I cut out all the information
And put it on display

They may have been good
Or probably bad
But the picture is pretty anyway

There's no excuse for growing up
And losing touch, like we all do
It's a condition no one fights
We just go on to what's new

I had this cat I found
I never loved and never named
She died after three days
And I buried her in the tiniest grave

I didn't feel the sting
I meant nothing to her
And she meant nothing...to me

There's no excuse for growing upAnd losing touch, like we all do
It's a condition no one fights
We just go on to what's new

I'm spending too much time alone
Save me from my empty home

There was this girl once
She pretended to love me
I pretended right back
And it didn't last

I was one of many
And when it was over
I looked back
And it all seemed kind of funny

There's no excuse for growing up
And losing touch, like we all do
It's a condition no one fights
We just go on to what's new

I'm spending too much time alone
Save me from the metronome

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