Anything Else is Progress

Billboards illuminate the sky, the reflections on the rain wet street looks
almost beautiful
I should get in my car and drive away, to a place less dull and sad
To a place much easier to forget
But I’ve got better things to do (like picking fights with my best friends)
It’s so much easier to hurt (than to take care of all these wounds)
I treat everyone like shit (as if getting them to hate me)
Would make me feel less alone (or make them somehow love me more)
(Joey Cape)
If I were to run, would you do the same?
Meet me in the silhouette of this dead city
'cause everyone is dead to me, since I set their world on fire
No one here will ever trust me, everyone is such a fucking liar
(Red Tape Parade)
But I’ve got better things to do (like picking fights with my best friends)
It’s so much easier to hurt (than to take care of all these wounds)
I treat everyone like shit (as if getting them to hate me)
Would make me feel less alone (or make them somehow love me more)
I am drowning, but at least, I’m not thirsty anymore
And the clock counts down, without mercy or regret, this is everything I have
Round and round it goes (Another day, another week, my hell I shan’t on repeat)
Round and round it goes (Another month, another year, and it’s all downhill
from here)
Round and round it goes (Another day, another week, my hell I shan’t on repeat)
Round and round it goes (Another month, another year, and it’s all downhill
from here)