Lyrics

I've always taken cues to figure out who I'm supposed to be
Now I wanna know
How does the song go when there isn't any music?
When the instruments are broken
And there's gravel in my throat?

I should ask, I want to know

And how does the poem go when there isn't any paper?
When the mystic's eyes are blackened and the ink keeps moving back in?

"If the assholes judge you, fuck 'em"
That's what they always say
But I don't understand
And they're leaving anyway

To be heard you have to listen
To be seen you have to see
If you want to be full
You've got to start out empty
And don't expect justice
Cause it's not for us

'If the assholes judge you, fuck 'em"
That's what they always say
But I don't understand
And they're leaving anyway

(c) annie bacon 2008