We the embodiment
The sacrament
The epitome of this teenage century
With lips left limp from smirking
It doesn't seem to be working
We in hapless pursuit of happiness
Vitality an afterthought
And all this trailing off...
It gets us nowhere
Claiming not to care
About what a life should mean
What it is to be a human being
A simple question
So why the hesitation?
But its all me
I'm all around me
I'm always here
And I'm sick and tired of myself
Me means nothing without you
I don’t have anything if I don't give anything back
Its as simple as that
No need to embody such sentimentality
Oh the humanity
The gravity
This is the emptiest place to breathe in
The last thing someone should believe in
But try as I might I may never ever get it right
Cause its all me
I'm all around me
I'm always here
And I'm sick and tired of myself
I like to pretend I have a really talented friend who recorded this album as a gift. That's what it feels like; a gift from a stupidly close friend. sherryking