Here's something beautiful
Now smash it to bits
Save your little wheelchair empowerment films
Save your swoons, I'm spoken for
It isn't pretty to think so
But I can't feign interest now
Dreaming of the fistfight I never got into
Thinking of the mean shit I wish I'd said to you
Such a fancy lady, call her Secretina
She didn't get all the good stuff
But she looked like you
Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
Everything you say to me is dumb,
At least it's stupid
Twenty heavy hammers smashing down
Here's a doorstep you can never darken
You complain about an overflowing cup
Don't forget that I'm the one who filled that fucker up
Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
I remain as ever intrigued but no more astounded
Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
I think that I like you better when you just ignore me
So I sit and notice shadows growing
I think of how the clocks are slowing
Hoping hope's eternal flowing springs will do their thing and save
me from myself
Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
I remain as ever intrigued but no more astounded
Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
You want ego? I will show you ego
I'm jealous now
Why I included this song:
Lines....
"She didn't get all the good stuff/But she looked like you"
"Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers"
"You complain about an overflowing cup/Don't forget that I'm the one
who filled that fucker up"
"I think that I like you better when you just ignore me"
"You want ego? I will show you ego/I'm jealous now"
Just the feeling portayed by this song is so... so... angry. This song directly follows Disembodied Ringlets (see some of my earlier pages... I forget which number) and really leaves off in a furious mood which makes me psychotic :) I really love it when things can affect me like that, reminding me that yeah, I am human after all.
I've had a lot of opportunities to stop and look back at things gone by in my life and see where things, relationships, have gone bad, and I guess what can sum up the whole experience of looking back would be that whatever people look for in me that I don't have, I generally turn into when they're gone... like for example... you want me to care? Now you've gone, I care. I care a lot.
And is confidence and ego one and the same? You want me to have ego? Is it egotistical to tell you I'm jealous of your new Perfect Man? I guess so. But I guess then maybe I'm just egotistical.