CONVINCE MYSELF

Same old town out of tune.
I’m a spoon in the bed.
Picture in my head of the ending.
Not a sound from the moon in my room.
I feel dead in my head isn’t mending.
One more night in the hole.
On a roll out of line.
You ain’t mine, baby, I ain’t either.
Shut the light in my soul from the cold, from the fear.
Nothing here is gonna help the fever.

And there’s really nothing to convince myself that my pain is a demon I should wrestle, but I really have the fear of a loser man.
Why do you think that that is special?

Took a walk with a girl in a world I don’t know.
Did a show down by the water.
Did not talk.
Did not kiss.
It wasn’t that.
It wasn’t this.
Just a place without time to forget her.

And there’s really nothing to convince myself that my pain is a demon I should wrestle, but I really have the fear of a loser man.
Why do you think that that is special?

Can’t get out of my head.
Nothing said on the drive.
We arrive in another city.
I’m in doubt…underfed…overbled…half-alive.
I survive coughing up confetti.

And there’s really nothing to convince myself that my pain is a demon I should wrestle, but I really have the fear of a loser man.
Why do you think that that is special?