Lyrics

[Part I: Sing Something] [Verse 1] I've got a nervous call, there's always something that I'm pitching Thinking I'll get caught, but I'm doing nothing wrong Would you like a little taste of my personal communion? When I let it all waste, will you throw it all away? [Verse 2] And I only sing this song 'cause I got to sing something And don't tell me that it's wrong, I'll curl up and die [Part II: Plate of Hatred] [Verse 3] Growing pale and silly Trying to keep myself skinny Set of tics and twitches all my own But I've always got that option That what keeps me coming I'm feeling kind of tired, I think I better go on home [Verse 4] It's another plate of hatred Served by a wasted waitress A joke inside a joke that made her cry Just that one conclusion Had danced around this disillusion That I should've known not to look in her eyes [Verse 5] That's for keeping this forced freedom Another knot where I don't need one I ought to walk away, but I just can't leave Do you think I should try it? Wander over and tired? What am I gonna do when it's finally free?