ANSWER TO WHY
written 5/12/03, 3/6/08, 3/30/13
copyrightjohncommonmusic

My best friends were all out to kill me
All my life, they all tried to kill me
My best friends were trying to kill me
With their cigarettes and beer

We thought that growing up meant finally
We counted the days til we could finally
When we grew up I thought we’d finally
Get out of here

I love them like a limb
And we dreamt up a million trips
But it makes me want to cry
To see them hanging around
Trying to find the answer…

To why… Answer to why… answer…

These sad songs are all gonna kill me
And sad sack songs can get so boring
My miserable songs are all gonna kill me
‘Cause they’re all true

I tried to live them but it hurt too much
Painful art’s a broken crutch
It’s a miserable job that hurts too much
Turning red to blue

I don’t want to be
Something I’m not
But in case I am…
Here’s my best shot

FUCKING ROCK SOLO

I thought this town was trying to kill me
This whole damn town was trying to kill me
I just knew this town was out to kill me
But it was only you

I loved you like a limb
And you made me want to take a million sips
But it made me want to cry
To see us hanging around
Trying to find the answer…

To why… Answer to why… answer…

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