Story Behind The Song

I write songs, that's what I do. No story.

Song Description

It's a mouthful and outside of my vocal range, really.

Lyrics

I Guess this is the beginning
To something that's never ending
I wish they'd just stop pretending
Stop being so condescending
I hold people to the highest standards
I never can forgive myself 'cus
I'm a bit of a perfectionist and
Sometimes I think that I'm super-human
I beat myself and the ones around me
I spread the hurt like only I can feel it
My heart panics like a bruised up girlfriend
It's no wonder the way I treat it
I feel like I'm sent up to the office
The mournful look of a secretary
There's no remorse when they dole it out 'cus
The Principal he tried everything

(Chorus)
But there's no one home to take the call
Your old man's hit the wall
You really dropped the ball
And its lonely there in the lonely hall
Everyone's so appalled
By the boy who takes the fall
And the Scapegoat is a ragged doll
Shaken back and forth ripped and mauled
Just a chew toy for the dogs
But with his fuzzy guts on the floor in a fuzzy wad
He stands up straight and tall
Tips his hat and thanks them all
Thank you

I guess it wasn't so important
stare at the sagging posters on my ceiling
Life is a series of disappointments
Better get used to that cheated feeling
I couldn't be further from adolescence
But I still get that churning in my stomach
That nauseous feeling when the girls they giggle
And being angry at everything and
The boy's a man whose a boy, the man who
Decided not to fight his freakish nature
A Peter Pan with a hook on one hand
Who leads a double life on scratch paper
I don't need nobody's validation
Maybe I do but I'll never admit it
I'm one of six or seven billion
Who populate this overcrowded planet
(Chorus)