Tall Order

back then it was a riot, lighting mercy in your soul
 a courtesy while tired of yourself and who you know
 but now that i'm just as bad i'm telling two times as many lies
 a salve made of my saving i now can't look in the eye
 but they keep coming,
 and i'm half a year away; sometimes it's something
 make me covered in colour so i can start looking the same
 give me taller of an order so i can feel giving again
 take me farther and farther and find me something to say
 come awake in england, i'm not your friend
 i'm not a miracle and i'm not the end
 now with your candid disposition, you'll get you off the hook
 while anything in a pitiful position and i don't know where to look
 so now i'm running,
 and i give it different names; most times it's nothing
 make me covered in colour so i can start looking the same
 give me taller of an order so i can feel giving again
 take me farther and farther and find me something to say
 cause everybody knows now, what a spoiled slate
 what a sweet thinker that you're devastating
 who can't stop complaining, who won't give a goddamn gift
 until she's given something so
 sickened that it can tell her how to live