Relative Fiction

[Verse 1]
Midnight, you could see me dangling
Glow like a cherry falling, now it's a downpour
You could see me racing the rain to the ground floor
You're the only thing I'll wait around for
Maybe when you get off of work, could you meet me?
We could go barreling down on the main street
You could try watching while I run through the high-beams

[Bridge]
'Cause if I didn't have a mean bone in my body
I'd find some other way to cause you pain
I won't bother telling you I'm sorry
For something that I'm gonna do again

[Verse 2]
When I could spend the weekend out on a bender
Do I get callous or do I stay tender?
Which of these is worse and which is better?
Dying to myself virtually, a massacre
A character of somebody's invention
A martyr in another passion play
I guess I don't mind losing my conviction
If it's all relative fiction anyway

[Verse 3]
'Cause I don't need a savior, I need you to take me home
I don't need your help, I need you to leave me alone
I'm out where the drunks at the bar talk over the band
I try to express, I can't understand
I beat at the keys, I bloody my hands
'Til you hear me
I've got no business praying
I'm finished being good
Now I can finally be okay in not the way I thought I should
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