Apocalypse When - Telethon

The ideal me’s got an ideal life

Don’t compare it to the one that I’m leading

Seems like every night a showdown or shitshow leaves one of us swollen or

bleeding

Ah, christ, that’s a figure of speech

I’d swear on the bible but I don’t think it’d mean anything

When you asked how I feel, did you expect explanation?

Or were you just stopping by, you know, dropping in

The truth is I’m not sure what’s wrong

Perhaps it’s best to leave the pain right where the pain belongs

‘Cause it’s fiending for daylight

And it’s got you in its sights

It’s only a matter of time, and I fear that it won’t be long

So leave me on the seat of my car

Leave me on the seat of my car

I realize trying to be present’s a pretty tall order

So leave me on the seat of my car

As I ruminate on what it all could mean

Never did I ever intend to throw a wrench in the plan tonight

I might’ve got out of hand tonight

Could be I’m feeling alright tonight

But what of tomorrow?

When it’s recalled that I’m unequipped

Fall into the same old traps

And the same old words dribble from my lips

It’s madness obstructing the heart

It’s madness taking aim at the heart

Right now you understand and good god that’s a blessing

But this madness gonna tear me apart

If you’re feeling able-minded, there’s an arrogance at fault

If you’re checking how you handle, there’s a method to it all

Not a question of your morals, but a question of your sign

How much you care to hold;

Well, how often do you sigh?

There’s a disappointed child in every adult who decided

That they couldn’t bear the burden of the garden out behind

A construct took these fingers and it ripped apart my day

That child, still disappointed, all he wants to do is…

But all that he can stand to do is…