We Are Both Writers

Reacclimate to my surroundings back in a city
 that just seems to eat itself
 and all I really wanna do is
 get back into you. No tension
 no worries, but every time it
 comes around I find grey ways
 to let you down, I can't
 control my instincts, why
 can't I be happy just to call
 you a friend. I thought
 things could be different, maybe I could do some good,
 come home spent to unemploy a past from Hollywood. Some
 things can change everything
 despite their rights and
 wrongs, I'm getting
 reacquainted with my lower
 self. Redhead teach me
 compassion from your fragrant
 continent, while you're at it
 you can resurrect my family,
 while you're at it you can
 summon Christ and part the
 seas, while you're at you can
 pulverize my chemicals. I'm so sick of trying to fight my
 body and you at the same
 time. I am righteous in my
 anger! All I have to give you
 is my lower self, I will sing
 of how we made love like
 strangers, and all I have to
 sell you is my lower self, oh how you are so petty as the
 post-punk kids you pity, how
 you swear by the myth that
 you're not beautiful, and
 nothing ever seems to work
 the way that it gets planned,
 so we turn away from everyone
 that loves us, hypnotized by
 waves our lives are deer
 blocking the lane, we can
 just sit back and watch it
 all go up in flames, till
 every note every chord sounds
 the same, it goes boom boom
 boom boom boom on my ego, it
 goes boom boom boom boom boom
 but I don't mind it anymore
 cuz it can only go boom boom
 boom for so long, until it
 hurts you more than it hurts
 me, and nothing ever seems to
 work the way that It gets
 planned so I turn away from
 everything that hurts me,
 climb back into a cloud of
 smoke my face close to the
 flame, cameras pulling back,
 leaving you left off the
 frame, it's a party and
 you're not invited.