Trailed by a mess Of masking tape construction paper And the best of intentions He tried to patch up every hole as he went Back and forth and back again And his friends half full of half concerns Embarrassed looks and tired words They burrowed deeper into the ignorant Little lives they preferred And he envied their distance Their lack of concern He thought, Once I shed the whole of me Once I shed the whole of me Then I'll be smiling
He cursed himself And his instinct to nurse Every idea to health And all of the falls that he'd spent Trying to coax his name from the mouths Of success He thought Once I shed the whole of me Once I shed the whole of me Then I'll be smiling.
They litter me with small awareness' Then they ask if I'm good enough They litter me with small awareness' Just to wake me up Why do the fools wake me up?
It's good isn't it? It's good...it's like a drug... It's like drug, we're doing drugs...tell your friends...tell your parents you went and you did drugs...with Matt Nathanson..he's a fucking...that's right