Woorden: Darlene Zschech. Other. A List Of Demands.

considering the pain you bring

with every memory

i am alive and reconsidering

every little thing

just like the faded folded photograph

that haunts me in my dreams

i've got this funny fucked up feeling

that you're nothing like you seem

so won't you think of me in the silent moment

before you go to sleep

because i think of you with memories stolen

i want to lock you up

and keep you safe from harm

just out of reach

tucked away hidden and underneath



and i can't help but be this way

but i am changing every day

and the harder that it seems

it just grows that much more important to me



considering the scene you're in

white belts and black jackets

bandannas peering out of back pockets

cigarettes and sunglasses

you've got your attitudes and your alcohol

won't sleep alone tonight

i'd rather be alone than lonely

with you anti-socialites

i miss my dog

and that big blue van

and i hate all your friends

you love your scene so much so keep all that



and i can't help but be this way

but i am changing every day

and the harder that it seems

it just grows that much more import to me



i've got this little idea

to list my demands right here

for all the world to see

just to proclaimate them

and encapsulate them

may be all the help i need



so here goes...



not to be so negative

not so argumentative

not to be possessive

and not to be so aggressive

not to be judgmental

and not to be so serious

not to have this cloud

hanging over my head

and not to be so lonely

i've got to snap out of this

not to be a liar

and not to be so cynical



i've no control



and i can't help but be this way

but i am changing every day

and the harder that it seems

it just grows that much more

important to me