Stop Caring. Feel Better.
If I could take the time to give you part of me
The one that never forgives myself for always failing,
Then I would ask you to stay, sit and absorb the thought
That we will never be more than the dirt on our feet.
The hope is weakening now like a violin string
The tension all too much to produce anything.
The notes are souring now, their voices wrought with despair.
I used to love the truth but the lies were unfair.
I used to (stretch out) on the pews of the church
Resting my head on my knees and pray
That the worst would miss me.
But (no less) than six years ago when I asked
If you thought it all was for show
Were you listening?
Start caring, feel better you said.
Start caring, it'll quiet your head.
Start caring, they need to be led.
Start caring, but I gave up instead.
When I look past the tape I see the crime isn't new.
I could lay in the chalk outlined next to you.
When the zipper is pulled from my toes to my scalp
I'll see that nothing awaits and erase all doubt.
I used to (stretch out) on the pews of the church
Resting my head on my knees and pray
That the worst would miss me.
But (no less) than six years ago when I asked
If you thought it all was for show
Were you listening?
Stop caring, feel better I said.
Stop caring, it'll quiet your head.
Stop caring, for all you knew is dead.
Stop caring, just give up instead.
I used to stretch out on the pews of the church
Resting my head on my knees and pray
That the worst would miss me.
But no less than six years ago
When I asked if you thought if it all was for show
Were you listening? (I'm listening).
Stop caring, just give up instead.