This is the song and these are the lyrics that whipped me into shape yesterday. I know that I post favorite lyrics periodically, perhaps to a fault. But this made me sit in my car (idling in the driveway) and think and totally recontemplate. Result? I win.
Ben Folds Five : Mess
there was a time when i had nothing to explain
oh, this mess i have made
but then things got complicated
my innocence has all but faded
oh, this mess i have made
and i don't believe in god
so i can't be saved
all alone as i've learned to be
in this mess i have made
all the untested virtue
the things i said i'd never do
least of all to you
i know he's kind and true
i know that he is good to you
he'll never care for you more than i do
but i don't believe in love
and i can't be changed
all alone as i've learned to be
in this mess
i have made the same mistakes
over and over again
there are rooms in this house that i don't open anymore
dusty books of pictures on the floor
that she will never see
she'll never see that part of me
i want to be for her
what i could never be for you
but i don't believe in god
so i can't be saved
all alone as i've learned to be
in this mess i have made
2 comments:
Ah yes, that little voice of regret when we peer into the soul.. all to familiar with this. ¤Holly
The actual song tinges it with enough nuance to make me almost, almost wish I had a lobotomy.
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