19) Desperation and Liberation

In a whole hearted attempt to kill Mr. Writer's Block, I've decided to undertake a writing exercise I've been itching to do for some time. If my reflections are any indication, it's that I really can't back down from some writing innovation if I have the chance. So I'm here to combine the two things I always do when I blog: typing, and listening to The Killers.

Ladies and Gentleman: Desperate

Send me a way out

Anywhere away from this hellhole of my house.

I'm here on my own
I was always on my own. Still am.
Interlude with some good notes. Hard and heavy.

Hammer, stutter now
Let's smash in some skulls.
Lets rock, lets roll now
The calm before the storm is liberating.
She says I'm obsessed
I say I'm in love
Who will ever love me?
Hold me
Pipe dreams that won't happen.
You've done it now
Now send me way out
I feel insecure
Who really doesn't?
And desperate
But not right now
I feel it now
I feel your hate for me.

And you don't see
You don't see how I have soul.
The way I see
I've got it now
I understand. I'm destined to suffer.
I'm desperate
Realized it on my 13th birthday.

Desperate
Nobody gives a shit when I say it.
Desperate
But I have to care when you say it.

I'm better off like this
You keep telling yourself that.
I'm better off
I'm better off like this
No I'm not. And you wouldn't care either way.
Don't you know I care
Yeah. I do care. More than you will ever know.
No, no

Desperate
Sing along now boys and girls.
Desperate
Listen to that guitar play.
Desperate
That a solo?
Desperate
I remember that time I tried to die.

I'm better off like this
I'm better off
If I say it enough times it might come true.
I'm better off like this

Don't you know I care
No, no

I wish I was myself
Close now.
Again
Back when I was still innocent?
I wish I was myself
Maybe. Just maybe.
Again