Barf

why every time when something hurts someone

always comes up and wants to make it worse?

i'll never make the cover of a rolling stone,

but at least i know my life's my own

on my back porch what it will mean.

on my notes tell me what they'll mean.

splitting up the difference between one and two

doesn't make a difference between me and you

what the signs they say the trucks are weaving back

and forth on any day but sunday at four o' clock

and the meter's running too late

now put your quarter in and you know you won't be found.

i know inside that your're afraid of me

i've become all the things

that i said i would be something more

than rehearsed the pain i feel contained,

i look in the mirror and i saw someone else.