Screaming Into The Wind

Morning breaks over the Midwest
A silent, lonely porch swing rocking
The television glows
Another night spent crumbling
Just listening to you moan
You monkey with a microphone
Your redundant, useless voice
Constantly a dull and distant noise

You're just screaming into the wind
You're just screaming into the wind

I'm focusing my hate
But it's hollow, unsubstantiated
You're an easy mark
And I just need a target right now
I can't face myself
I can't honestly own up to who I am

I'm just screaming into the wind
I'm just screaming into the wind
Guilt is relative
So is sin
It makes it easy to pretend

A bicycle is humming and it's carrying me home
The sun is red and headed for the west
I'm finding ways to rearrange me
I should be content, but I'm still terrified
Cause I can't tell a realization, a rationalization, or nostalgia from regret

Oh no

I'm just screaming into the wind
I'm just screaming into the wind
Guilt is relative
So is sin
It makes it easy to pretend