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Money Murder Sleep

Well, when I think I’m laughing

they say that I’m crying

but I know I’m not.

And thinking that I’m playing,

but seeming like I’m fighting;

I guess that hurts a lot.

I thought I asked real nicely,

but it came out icily,

meaner than I thought.

So, then I go a’whispering

but seeing that they’re covering

you’d think I fired a shot!

They say that there’s something wrong,

They feelthat I don’t belong.

Guess I work at the extremes.

Try to fit in but it seems …

…that my gauge is broken

and all the words are spoken,

like ‘em all or not.

I try to bow out gracefully,

plan it all so carefully

but it’s all for naught.

Everything I say is wrong.

It’s clear to me I don’t belong.

Or maybe I’m just too headstrong.

The friends I do have just play along?

I sense my foot is tapping

but then I end up thrashing

like a rabbit caught.

And,  thinking that I’m blending

I up up condescending,

intending to or not.

Thus, when I get to thinking,

shrinking and rethinking,

I come up with squat.

I sometimes see my options

as murdering or sleeping.

If they only paid a lot!

Filed by Mo at December 16th, 2009 under Lyrics