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Everyone is the wrong person to talk to tonight for some reason or other. Oh well. The voices in my head will keep me entertained long enough.

One (of many) reasons I love Duncan Sheik:

Such an annoying conversation
I’m sorry but I’m tired of trying
To be some picture of compassion
and anyway it sounds like I’m lying
and yes I’ve heard the world has conspired
To steal away your god-given right
To a happy home and comfortable children
Next you’ll sue them for abandoning you

So bite your tongue
You’re not the only one
Who’s been let down
Bite your tongue
Maybe it’s good for you
To hit the ground

Oh, christ… it’s gonna sound like I’m agreeing
With the most ultra-boring ideals
Of pop psychological western gurus
Who haven’t gotten lucky in years
and so you see I have no intention
of giving you the easy way out
Yes I’ll smile as I burn the self-help section
Of my local bookstore

Bite your tongue
You’re not the only one
Who’s been let down
Bite your tongue
Maybe it’s good for you
To hit the ground

Blame the shapes and blame the angles
Blame it on your own dark planes
If you blame on something other…
The victim’s song remains…
Remains…

So bite your tongue
You’re not the only one
Who’s been let down
Bite your tongue
Maybe it’s good for you
To hit the ground