Thank you for dressing me up in your blues
it’s nice to carry your burden while you
shine for everyone else to see
I didn’t want to enjoy the night anyway
and I’m being selfish I’m sure...
But hey, I’m sure it’s justified
if I am made out to be the bad guy
I’m a red little demon devoid of pride
that even strangers air opinions
which would suit silence
I’ll just storm away in frustration
and you’ll wonder why I am so upset
Am I a bad person after all?
Do I need to be bombarded with sadness
during a brief period of peace?
The Salvation Army band plays a song formed of acid
and I’m slowly clawing at my head just to shut the noise out
Jump on my last nerve and wrestle it with boredom
I’ll be fine just sitting alone as everyone talks around me
It doesn’t matter, I’m sure you’ve all told me your depressing stories
and so, you have nothing else to say to me