The Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand On A Bottle

He talks about nothing using too many words

He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs

She acts the rage which is most of her problem

In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow

Another Saturday night

Another fucking shitty Saturday night

I'm spinning in the next room

Slurring along to my isolation

At the top of my lungs

I'm sitting here next to you

Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done

I don't want to be anywhere at all

Here or at my house kicking at the wall

If home is where the heart is

Then I live in my upper chest

I'm gonna drink until these tears

Start to taste like the cheap beer

I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears

Start to taste like the cheap beer

The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different

And that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant

But pints of Vodka don't write poetry

You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies

But I swear to fuck

That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more

And I swear to fuck

That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor

Than the words of Kurt Vonnegut ever could

And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could

I'm puking in the next room

Sorry about the carpet

Clean it up or your mom'll be mad

I'm pretending that I'm too good for you

So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am

Better to seem like an asshole

Than what you are

The billionth teenage boy with social problems

To plays the guitar

I'm not sure what I want you to say to me

But I know the look on your face that I want to see

If home is where the heart is

Then mine is a cigarette

I'm gonna drink until these tears

Start to taste like the cheap beer

I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears

Start to taste like the cheap beer

I'm not you and that's good enough for me

The only word that I use is fuck

So you can forget the dictionary

I can't tell what question you're asking

I don't care 'cause no is my answer

Another Saturday night

I kissed everything on a Saturday night

I'm bleeding in the next room

Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high

I'm here beating up on you

'Cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die

I don't care that you don't care that I don't care

The only card game I know is strip solitaire

If home is where the heart is

Then I got evicted this week

I'm gonna drink until these tears

Start to taste like the cheap beer

I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears

Start to taste like the cheap beer