Another one of these. Just read the lyrics, they're to good part. I've set them apart very helpfully

Turn the ugly light off god
Don’t wanna see my face
Everyday it will betray me
Don’t you think that I know
Don’t you think that I know what they’re talking about
If they step on me tonight
They’re gonna pay someday
Everyone is trying to bum me out

I really want something to write a happy song about. I'm tired of being emogothy with lyrics. I have a great idea for one, too... but I can't write it without direction. I want to write a happy song, something with major chords that doesn't sound whiny and you will want to sing in your car.

Good things happen. Bonfire with Rob, at which I met his new girlfriend Jae, who is monumentally cool. Saratoga with Mikey, who is still as thoughtful and goofy as ever. Cleared up my schedule to go to the film shoot in June, possibly dragging Fox along, and making a stop in Gettysburg on the way down. 95% sure I have the Annandale internship. The summer of awesome seems poised on the first brink of success - that of everything working out. And if not, I got my job back at SPAC, bought the new Sage Francis CD, some awesome things for Mother's Day, and have not bought cigarettes since Founder's Day (I know it's only a week, shut up. I'm trying here).

Who's the one to blame for the strain of the vocal cords?
Who can pen hateful threats but can't hold a sword?
It's the same one who complains about the global war
But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for.
"They call the shots but they're not in the line of fire" - ani
I'd call the cops but they break in the line of duty
Call a stop to the abuse of authority
The truth keeps calling me, and i'ma live to tell the story

So look for truth. quit seeking forgiveness.
You need to cut the noose but you don't believe in scissors.
You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?
Just bring home my motherfucking brothers and sisters.

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' 'em.

How the fuck much more do I need here? I know what I think I need, or I think I know what I need, but who knows how much I know about that?

I haven't seen you in so long that I don't know if you'll be able to answer anything. It doesn't matter. I'll hope for anything. That's a great positive tragic flaw, actually, now I think about it. As cynical as I am, I will always hope for the best, even while accepting an outcome and doing nothing about it.

Actually, that's not great, it's kinda sickening.

I'm different because I respect my audience and I don't yell at them - SHUT THE FUCK UP!