Ballad For The Seasick Puppet

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aiden christopher

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Sometimes i think it's arrogant to feel so numb and bleak
It's not like anything especially absurd occurred this week
From the way i carry on, you'd think i'm wracked with tragedies
And it's just i'm sick of working and can't seem to fall asleep
If other people feel this bad and far worse all the time
I can say with grim respect i can't believe they're still alive
Though i feel childish and silly when i think of suicide
Like a kid who flips his teachers off and says it's lame to smile
Instead i sometimes wish we humans lived much shorter lives
Like insects here and gone never not stunned by space and time
All the doing wears me out, but the existing i don't mind
And though i can't predict the future, i'm never quite surprised
I wish i could convey just how mundane these thoughts become
When you think them in the theater before the film's begun
As the trailers shake my seat, i cant decide if this is fun
But it's certainly not magic, if it ever really was
(Looks like we haven't learned our lesson)
(Looks like we haven't learned our lesson)
These days i only dream of missing class or being late to work
Though i guess they're never nightmares, baby sometimes they seem worse
And when i reread all my favorite books i'm never quite immersed
And if i make it up to heaven i'll ask when i get reimbursed
Yet for all my morbid musings i only rarely think of death
I'm too caught up in the rigmarole to dream of what comes next
And i assume that it's all over with every strange pain in my chest
Then i wake still breathing, guess they haven't got me yet
Please please please
Do something to me
Don't tell me where to go
Sweep me off my feet
Please please please
Take control of me
Latch onto my brain
I'm a puppet pull my strings
Please please please
Do something to me
Don't tell me where to go
Sweep me off my feet
Please please please
Take control of me
Latch onto my brain
I'm a puppet pull my strings
When i'm drunk and dancing i forget that i'm so tired
I'm comforted to know that i'm just one voice in the choir
Maybe the warfare in my mind is worth the music it inspires
But in the songs i don't show anyone i still feel like a liar
And irony seems so pointless now, i long for the sincere
So much life i could have treasured i wasted paralyzed in fear
Anything and anyone i love i hold so terrified and dear
Till they're smothered and destroyed by this clumsy puppeteer

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