The More Things Change...

[indelibleface]

I sometimes run out into the street,
oblivious that I might get hit,
I can't imagine why.
maybe I'm afraid to face the reality of change,
and maybe I'm afraid to see somebody cry.

I'm strapping myself down to train tracks,
just for a cheap little thrill,
I'm not really suicidal.
maybe I'm scared to stand tall and be a man,
and maybe I'm simply happy as a child.

and when it's all over,
maybe I'll stop pretending.
maybe I'll grow a little older,
and when it's all a memory,
maybe I'll have learned something,
or maybe I'll do it again.
maybe I'll learn nothing in the end.




These are the lyrics for a shortish acoustic guitar song I wrote.