Melon Country lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches
Album: The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches

Lyrics

Well its ok to want, but its less ok to need
'Cause I started to get greedy
That's the last thing I would need (great rhyme)
Getting comfortable with all my friends, finding no need to explore
And now I wanna get away from life ('cause I'm so fucking bored)
Did you ever get the feeling your trying put out the sun
With nothing but a pink and plastic broken water gun
Yeah, trying to extinguish all the angst that I don't need inside
I wanna get away from life and do something before I die
Its so monotonous
The daily grind:
I get up, go to school or work instead
Maybe hang out with my friends, then bed
Time I spend has become frivolous
Writing songs that no one understands
But plenty will feel obliged to berate
So one day I went nuts
I don't remember exactly how it happened but now my mind doesn't like me
Seeking therapy never was the way for me
I've gotten dumped and bounced right back
The music was supposed to be a haven
Yeah, but now I wonder was it just a waste of time
I could institute my whole mind with vim and vigor seeking a future
When I figure it I'll create a flux capacitator and travel back in time
I wanna say goodbye
But my empty closet bookshelf mind finds it so hard to leave behind
--What I think I wanna do
--A guitar
--A case of rancid flu
--A burnt up photograph of you. (soon I will be leaving too)
It never made much sense to me to celebrate the rain
The odds are stacked against us
It may help but there's still pain
So as I sit in the cold and wet writing waiting for a sign
My eyes light up with a ray of hope
She'll never again get to be mine
I died inside when you did this to me
I died and I thought that you would help me
There's a fire inside when I say this to you
You're not mine anymore
You lost your chance with selfishness
And it all comes back to the same problem
I am lonely, but don't want you
Someday you'll feel this too
Your problems I can't solve them
I'll be gone with a damp piece of paper reading your address
Maybe I'll write you someday
I thought I'd call but the mechanisms won't let me submit