from the first time - i first saw you... i’d have fallen off the edGe of this Great biG world... just to meet you - to be in your life now... i would kneel at the altar of everythinG you... no more lies now... the time’s now been swept away... and the rainbow I saw must have been a miraGe... no more color - another biG letdown... and i’m losinG everythinG that i once thought was a part of me keep searching for somethinG that’s just not there...tried to sit this one out but someone pulled out my chair... so misunderstood - yeah and so unaware... and it turns out i’m alone aGain... found your suitcase so tastefully packed by the door... a maGnificent Gesture from the one that i loved... so deceivinG - your leavinG after all of these years - and you say you still love me... just need a little time... cut the crap now - set your trap now... an appropriate endinG to this sordid affair - said you loved me - it buGGed me to realize that i still come up empty after all of this time

i can’t sleep... and i can’t breath... i feel as if i’m trapped underneath... somethinG heavy...  somethinG deadly... i can’t love... and i can’t smile... i feel as if i’ve only Got a little while... someone help me... someone help me and the words you say... they hurt when they come out of your mouth... and i’m thinkinG about GoinG, maybe headinG down south... but no matter where i run to... it’s just GeoGraphy... and i’ve Got to leave riGht now cuz i hate you ...and you hate me.  and someone’s eyes - they burn riGht throuGh... and someone’s lauGhter echoes and it sounds like you... and someone’s heart all covered with ice... hurts someone’s love like a torture device...  somethinG chills me... somethinG kills me...

i’ll pick you up - we’ll Get toGether, maybe see a shitty movie, Grab a burGer, talk an hour, have some safe sex, you can sleep - and i can slip out with some lame excuse: “i’ve Gotta feed the fish” or call my mother - it’s lonG distance - i can only do it from my phone. and i’ll call you tomorrow... and you can call me romeo. and maybe in a couple weeks - i’ll tell you that i love you - we can double date with friends of yours, the ones i find attractive - you can spend all of your paycheck on new albums that i won’t buy for myself - they’re too expensive and i’m savinG for “our future” and i’ll call you tomorrow... and you can call me romeo. then one day you’ll Get the letter, or the phone call if i’m feelinG brave - “i think thinGs would be better if we spent some time apart - i Guess maybe we just went too fast, or just not fast enouGh - and i’ll be Gone all day tomorrow... do you think you could drop off my stuff?” and i’ll call you tomorrow... and you can call me romeo.

like a barber who’s losinG his eyesiGht you’ve become such a waste... like a dancer in the Grip of arthritis who’s lost every last bit of Grace... it’s not the first time... it’s not the way... it’s not.... it’s not forGiveness...  it’s not the first time... it’s not today... like a bull in a china shop you left me nothinG but this biG fuckinG mess... like a Guy who needs his job - with a kid on the way - who failed his urine test... chorus and i can’t brinG happily ever after back - and i can’t make dreams come true for you - and i can’t make anythinG stick but.... truth. chorus like a newsflash that tells you it’s GoinG to be a bad day in a lifetime of strife... like a nightmare you wake up from just to find that it was better than your real life ...it’s wronG chorus and i can’t brinG happily ever after back - and i can’t make dreams come true for you - and i can’t make anythinG stick but.... truth. shovel it on.

i can’t believe what just came out of your speech balloon... you really fuckinG shouldn’t have said that... we’ve basically reduced you to a fuckinG cartoon... you know you really fuckinG shouldn’t have said that... no harm - no foul... even if it is what it isn’t... throw in the towel... nothing left to win - you’re not in it it’s plain for everyone to see you’ve won another pyrrhic victory i can’t believe it how you just couldn’t stop it... you know you really fuckinG shouldn’t have said that... put out my hand to you but you couldn’t drop it... you know you really fuckinG shouldn’t have said that...  i can’t believe what you wrote in your hateful e-mail... no you really fuckinG shouldn’t have said that... hell hath no fury like a scorned and anGry  female... no you really fuckinG shouldn’t have said that... no harm - no foul... the past comes back to haunt you baby every time... throw in the towel... even without reason or without a rhyme. it’s plain for everyone to see you’ve won another pyrrhic victory

in the first words... you ever said to me... “in the blink of your eyes i see thousands of lies - but i’ll believe you, for just a little while”... and the next thinG i knew we were one... you said “i know that... the day is cominG soon - you’ll leave me alone in the cold on my own” but you had your chance... and it won’t ever come aGain... and you can’t iGnore it... like a fish on a mountain... like a flame in the sea... like a ship
GoinG under... like you and me mirror image... someone who’s doomed to watch this loneliness Grow as the tears start to flow - a realization that now - i’m kinG of a nation called “you made your bed now sleep in it”... and i watched as the love... evaporated like clouds up above... and left me with nothinG but sky...

it spranG up out of the Ground and spread out wild like a cancer or a strain of streptoccocus throuGh a schoolyard. and all the people Gawked and took their pictures - sent them out to tabloids - screaming “God was spotted riGht here in our heartland”... they built a fence around it and started charGinG fifteen dollars sayinG “step right up, and pay, and see our wonder... and they brouGht in all the specialists with white coats, pens, and clipboards and said - “If we can name this... then we just might understand it.” it’s always been the same... and it aint never Gonna chanGe... you lose your faith aGain... and then it spirals the pilGrimaGe continued, people flocked in by the thousands with their fifteen dollars, hopes and prayers to answer... and they called the National Guard who said “we’ll be there in a hurry - we’ll be ready from this traininG - precisely one weekend a month.” and they drove up to the fence with tanks and started placinG sandbaGs and called out “stand back” to the crowd with riot bullhorns... and the area was filled with smoke and tearGas choked the sunliGht out and the earth it shook from all the mayhem near the miracle.  - chorus -  the faithful pounced upon the Guards and callinG it the will of God beGan a full assault upon the Ground from where it Grew... and blood spilled down upon the Ground and rifles cracked as women fell down upon their babies tryinG to protect them... the silence followed after all the screaminG had died out and all the fire had finally been estinGuished out on the Ground... and people Gawked and took their photos of the charred piece of whatever it was that had drawn them here... just to see the miracle

well here’s a little story ‘bout the way i roll... high speed... good weed... and kind of out of control... six pack in the back of the car when i’m drivinG... well i aint livinG right, bitch, but i’m still surviving i’m a low down, down home yankee-ass son of a bitch yeah well everythinG i do i want to kick it up a level... i aint runninG for no office... i’m runninG with the devil... i want to Get you back home and Get you out of those jeans... and work you over like katrina did to new orleans... i’m a low down, down home yankee-ass son of a bitch i like skynyrd, the kinks, yes, rush and iron maiden... i like a loud Guitar with a riff by dave hayden... banGinG on the keys like fuckinG jerry lee lewis... we’re talkinG synerGy bitch... this is how we do this...

it’s been a lonG time cominG... it’s cominG way too fast... it’s just a smack in the face... it’s just a kick in the ass... another rip in the curtain... another hole in the floor... it’s like the Garden of eden... when they locked all the doors and you can’t ask me to feel how i can’t feel... and you can’t ask me to be what i’ll never ever be... and you can’t force me to act how i can’t brinG myself to act... and you can’t chanGe what’s become me it’s been a long time coming... it’s coming back aGain... it’s just a journey thru hell that starts all over aGain and aGain and aGain... and all that’s left in the rubble... is just a shadow of love... it’s just like watchinG the stars when they fall down from above... chorus It’s been a whole lot of bullshit - it aint a walk in the park... it’s been like catchinG a fly ball in the pitch dark... it’s been a real learninG process.... it’s called experience.  you never know ‘til the end what you were up aGainst.

stopped doinG the thinGs that made me happy... but that’s ok cuz i don’t love you anymore... and i can’t feel what isn’t there... and it’s lonG Gone... you said some thinGs too mean to mention... i held you back so lonG and i’ve become such a bore... but i can’t help what i’ve become... and you’re so wronG and it could have been anythinG that made the whole thinG fall apart - and i can’t blame anyone except you and me and the thinGs we pretend are important. and all you ever want to do now is fiGht and spend my money... but i remember a Girl so lonG aGo who’d rather spend my time - but i can’t see her anymore... there’s just you... and one day soon we’ll Go our own ways, and maybe miss this thinG and think what miGht’ve been - and i still love our memories... just not you... and it could have been everythinG - all stacked up - that made the whole thinG fall apart - and i can’t blame anyone except you and me and the thinGs we pretend are important...

copyright 2008 - synerGy   scalding hot music (ascap)
lyrics by pete sears.   music by sean cristofori/dave hayden/ jim kamm/pete sears     lyrics used by permission.