I know How I begin and How I’ll End
I should have stayed that quiet little boy I once was. Alone in my room sharing my thoughts with no one but myself. I can think of two dozen people that would have rather I stayed that way. I should not have assumed that anyone wanted to hear me considering what I had to say was nothing that anyone can understand or wants to see. When your born the first thing they do is put you in your mothers arms only to take you away a second later to a room full of other babies that can’t talk or communicate with you. This is when you realize all you can do is cry and they’ll let you cry till your tired and finally sleep. So it can all be summed up in one word…..Hush.
Memory Lane
by Elliot Smith
this is the place you’ll end up when you lose the chase
where you’re dragged against your will
from a basement on the hill
and all anybody knows is you’re not like them
and they kick you in the head
and send you back to bed
isolation pulled you passed a tunnel to a bright world
where you can make a place to stay
but everybody’s scared of this place
they’re staying away
your little house on memory lane
the mayor’s name is fear
his voice patrols the pier
from a mountain of cliché
that advances everyday
the doctor spoke of cloud
he reigned out loud
“you’ll keep the doors and windows shut
and swear you’ll never show a soul again”
but isolation pushes you ‘til every muscle aches
down the only road it ever takes
but everybody’s scared of this place
they’re staying away
your little house on memory lane
if it’s your decision
to be open about yourself
be careful or else
be careful or else
I’m comfortable apart
it’s all written on my chart
and i take what’s given me
most cooperatively
i do what people say
and lie in bed all day
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