sing me a threnody just like penderecki. show me a new chord so i won't be so bored with the same premonitions i get from indecision. the old classical traditions put me back into positions of submission. i can't do that, so i'll go out and buy a new hat to remake myself once again or something definitive like that.
all the words that i read they don't mean anything though i try and pretend that they're over my head and that i'll understand when i'm old and retired, even though i freak out when it all goes to minor. i've heard the best way to progress is to start walking forward, but what happens when the only direction is inward? oh no, i think i've got nothing to know...i'm tired of letting things go.
keep me on this bus, i'm not ready to move. keep from the times i have to think that it's true--that i will always change no matter how much i think i'm intellectual when i am really not. so i'll see you when i'm 30 i'll see you when you see me. when i've made up my mind i want to skip to that time. i wanna know when that will be, oh, stagnant me. future me.
oh no, i guess i've got nothing to know...i'm tired of letting things go. i'm tired of letting things go.