Melon Country

Intro: Well its OK to want, but its less OK to need 'Cause I started to get greedy, that's the last thing I would need Getting comfortable with all my friends, finding no need tooooooo explore and now I wanna get away from life ('cause I'm so fucking bored) Did you ever get the feeling your trying put out the sun With nothing but a pink and plastic broken water gun Yeah, trying to extinguish all the angst that I don't need inside I wanna get away from life and do something before I die. ...Its so monotonous. ...The daily grind: I get up, wake up, go to work or don't, maybe hang out with my friends, then bed. Time I spend has become frivolous ...Writing songs that no one understands but plenty will feel obliged to berate. So one day I went nuts. I don't remember exactly how it happened but now my mind doesn't like me Seeking therapy never was the way for me I got fucked and bounced right back, ...music was supposed to be a haven. Yeah, but now I wonder was it a waste of time. Should I institute mind withvimandvigorseekinga future. Yeah, when I figure it all out I'll create a flux capacitator and travel back in time. GO! I'd leave you behind, but my empty closet bookshelf mind finds it so hard to say goodbye --What I think I wanna do. --A guitar. --A case of rancid flu. --A burnt up photograph of you. And soon I will be leaving you It never made much sense to me to celebrate the rain The odds are stacked up against us. It may help but there's still pain. So as I sit in the cold and wet writing waiting for a sign My eyes light up with a ray of hope She'll never again get to be mine. I died inside now I don't know what to do. I died and I thought that you would help me. There's a fire inside when I say this to you. You're not mine any more. Well it's funny how it all works out this time isn't it, you heartless bitch? (BITCH!) And don't think I really care if you give me a phone call anymore or even talk to me... 'Cuz if you give me some meaningless obligatory pity-based friendship that doesn't really mean anything, just like your life and mine, you're the only one who's got a friend tomorrow in the fucking morning. ...You lost your chance with selfishness but It all comes back to the same problem. I am lonely, but don't want you. Someday you'll feel this too. Your problems I can't solve them. I'll be gone with a damp piece of paper reading your address. Maybe I'll write you someday. I thought I'd call but the mechanisms won't let me submit (ooohhhh, oooooohhh, ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh)