Against Me!

An inventory has been taken of every belonging
And there's so many values sought in event of emergencies
The only backup plan in case it doesn't work out
While reasons flap your hands to a former self
You know I am becoming a choice, you should make it

You're problems
Problems with everything

Sometimes it's like conversations are a waking dream third party perspective
And all the answers to thyself you can almost hear the sound traveling
Cause a feeling of anticipation
When all of the sudden you know what's gonna happen
Before the paranoids they rebuild your world
They neither eat nor sleep they are nothing

Here in the worst I will become the best of the more, the more problems
Problems with anything
No more problems, problems with anything

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize, apologize

It could be a good life, it could be such a very good life
We could find a place for just me and you
Need some place to stay safe, need some place to safe and warm
Why don't we deserve the same?

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

Look into the Spanish moss, let your mind conjure up old ghosts
Ride your bike through lost Florida streets
Everything we've said and done can be so easily forgotten
You can always change who you are

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize, apologize

I try to lift up this life, it could be such a very good life
We could find a place for just me and you
But it's not yours to keep, yeah the truth will tear your heart out
In a world run by gangs, you're...

Stuck standing in a breadline
Stuck standing in a breadline
Stuck standing

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize, apologize, apologize

I've walked down high streets, looking through windows
I've been lost in crowds of strangers
Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles
Phone books, want ads, bus stops and libraries

Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces
Television stations, billboard advertisements
Your voice echoes in the back of my mind
I see your face when I close my eyes

Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism
I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me

Come on and ache with me

Through barrooms, cafes, jail cells and courtrooms
Theaters, restaurants, graveyards and churches
I've spent every dollar that I've ever earned
I'll bleed my heart out, I'll give every word

I've asked preachers, doctors and lawyers
Socialites, pariahs, mothers and fathers
You may not find all that you're after
In the end, I hope it doesn't matter

Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism
I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me

Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me
Come on and ache with me, come on and ache with me

There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa
Uplift in the atmosphere, push waves across the ocean
Towards Antilles and Bon Air
While I paced in agitation

I drew the curtains closed
I set the air conditioner low
I pressed a warm washcloth to my face
Somewhere out there a hurricane is coming

There's just no future left for us to dream of
Living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low

Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan
Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens
And the pious preacher commands
I hold my breath in anticipation

Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run
Vestal virgins triumph over lifelong inhibitions
And I wonder
What is real, what is fiction

There's just no future left for us to dream of
Living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low

Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit
There was mistake in going to war
Without first asking all the questions

Yes, Robert Strange McNamara
There are those who just cannot forget
And I wonder
Have I left my own compassion?

There's just no future left for us to dream of
Living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low

This is the only voice I know
These are the only words I have
This is the only way I know how to say
We're not in love anymore

And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes
And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes

We used to like all the same bands
We used to have all the same friends
What do we have left in common?
Just shared memories of good times long since passed

And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes
And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes

You can't get what you want from me
And I can't get what I need from you

This is the only voice I know
These are the only words I have
This is the only way I can say
We're breaking up

And it's the same way that it's always been
The same way that it's always been
I'm not giving up on us
I'm not giving up on us

We were young heartbreakers estranged from the wealthy parents
Doing key bumps in the handicap bathroom
Stoned, complacent, ambivalent
Mass communicating with shared subconscious

Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
The western world

Homosexual sons of unfulfilled fathers
Divorced from reality, free and young
We were bashing our brains out on the kitchen cabinet
It was a televised crucifixion

Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
The western world

In the western world
In the western world

We were star-crossed, we were destitute
Our words spoke mass destruction
We watched the sun rise in the morning
Daughters in arm, we are all orphans

Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
The western world

The western world
In the western world

We used to get high together
Instead of getting high alone
Can't remember the last time I saw you
Can't remember the last time we talked

You left home for a fresh start
Working as a waitress down in Bradenton
With my name tattooed into your skin

Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared

Don't it seem so detached and unreal?
Don't it seem so far away?
Like the past never happened
Like nothing's ever changed

With your casket open in front of me
Your eyes closed and your lips silent
My name tattooed into your skin

Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared

Didn't listen to the preacher, couldn't look your husband in the eye
I'm not sure what I meant to you then so I'm not sure what I owe you now
But if something I said hurt you, I swear it was not my intention
With your name tattooed into my skin, with your name tattooed into my skin

Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared

Can you hear me right now?
Can you hear me right now?

　I was a teenage anarchist
　Looking for a revolution
　I had the style, I had the ambition
　Read all the authors I knew the right slogans
　There was no war but the class war
　I was ready to set the world on fire
　I was a teenage anarchist
　Looking for a revolution

　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire
　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire

　I was a teenage anarchist
　But the politics were too convenient
　In the depths of their humanity
　All I saw was bloodless ideology
　With freedom as their doctrine
　Guess who was the new authority
　I was a teenage anarchist
　But the politics were too convenient

　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire
　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire
　When you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire

　I was a teenage anarchist
　But then the scene got too rigid
　It was mob mentality
　They set their rifle sights on me
　Narrow visions of autonomy
　You want me to surrender my identity
　I was a teenage anarchist
　The revolution was a lie

　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire
　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire
　When you were young
　And you wanted to set the world the fire
　When you were young
　And you wanted to set the world the fire

I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain.
I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions.
I don't know what's going to cure my unsettled stomach.
Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the side walk;
their teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled.
Their minds are vapid and they laugh wild in their depravity.

I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to smash them all.

Pony tails swinging back and forth behind beach blonde college girls out for a jog.
Saint Augustine, shine your light down on me!
Pop hits from the 90's echo out of tourist filled bars.
I am met with arms crossed under dirty looks, I am treated like a common thief.

I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to smash them all.

Eaves-dropping in on conversation, I wander aimless leering at strangers.
Strung out on the amphetamines that you gave to me.
Eye-balled with suspicion by a pencil skirt in high heels,
you realize that you're talking to yourself.
Cannon fire explodes out over the bay.

I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
Looking for context and perspective, looking for some kind of distraction.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to smash them all.

No the doctors didn't tell you,
that you were dying.
They just collected their money,
And sent you on your way.
But you knew all along,
went on pretending nothing was wrong,
you said I will keep my focus, till the end.
And in the journal you kept,
by the side of your bed.
You wrote nightly in aspiration,
of developing as an author.
Confessing childhood secrets,
of dressing up in women's clothes,
Compulsions you never knew the reasons to,
Well everyone, you ever meet or love,
be just relationship based on a false presumption,
despite everyone, you ever meet or love,
in the end, will you be all alone?
As the disease spreads slowly through your body,
pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs,


your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last,
your coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade,
as your hair thinned, as the weight fell off, as your teeth blackened,
as the lesions spotted your skin,
as you fell to your knees in the center of the stage,
as you offered witness to mortality in exchange for the ticket price,
as the lights blended into the continuing noise,
as all hope was finally lost.
Adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition.
Let this be the end.
Let this be the last song.
Let this be the end.
Let all be forgiven.

You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious.
You're not saying anything we haven't heard before.
You're caught up in an argument.
And you're so lost in modern art.

You will lose it all.
And you will find again.
Don't lose touch.
Don't lose touch.

S.O.S. texted from a cell phone?
Please tell me I'm not the only one,
that thinks we're taking ourselves too seriously,
Just a little too enamored with inflated self-purpose.

Talk is cheap.
And it doesn't mean much.
Don't lose touch.
Don't lose touch.
I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch.

Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Maybe there's something wrong with the audience.
Manipulation in rock music, fucking nausea.

I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch, and it's obvious

How much is too much? I'm tired of predicting to lose
But before you point your finger
Before you cast your stones, take a look at yourself
How do you expect from someone what you won't do yourself?

There's no bottom to your reality
Your desperation is utter and complete
What you can't love about yourself you have to steal from someone else
And what you can't steal, what you can't steal you have to deny

Rapid decompression, rapid decompression
Rapid decompression, rapid decompression
Rapid decompression, rapid decompression
Sometimes it feels, sometimes it feels like the whole world's coming to an end

You can have it all, I ain't got the heart to fight, no.
Total exhaustion, complete breakdown. For the asshole I am,
apologies in full, please leave me alone.
Pull over the van, let me out.

And we'll give the money back, to the record label.
Fire the agent, fire the manager.
We ain't got what it takes, to make it.
We got indifference, got no respect for them.
Feels like you already said so much,
feels like you can never say enough.
Let someone else take our place,
let them be your entertainment.

You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(they're just waiting)
To tear us apart

You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(they're just waiting.)
To tear us apart

All's quiet, except for this song.
So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone.
And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts.
Young sirens wail with a skewed sense of glory.
And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of flight.

And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.

And all around this is a great, great feeling.
American rockets red-glared our most
disgusting triumph.
And in passing I am asked "Do you believe in a God?",
I shrug off the answer and continue to get high in this terror of no explanation.


I am looking for a faith.
My panic is an only reason.

And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.

Now I wake up around 4 or 5.
Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time.
Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends,
make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9:00.
Oh we're definitely going to call it in early tonight.
Well, I need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind.
Now before you know it here I am again, it's fucking 2:00 in the morning,
standing in a bar, with a drink in hand.

How low can you go before you can't turn around?

Now seriously, this is my last and final time.
Well I'm making some big, big changes in my life.
No, you won't catch me down here again,
waiting to score sweaty money palmed into my hand.
What the fuck are you cutting this with anyway?
Because I have got some really, really big plans.
And today's the day I'm putting them into action.
But before you know it, here I am again.
It's fucking 6:00 in the morning.


Rolled up dollar bill in my hand.

How low can you go before you can't turn around?

And I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind.
Sick of doing the same things night after night.
Sick of self-loathing and self-absorbtion,
self-destructive narcissism.
I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of.

I don't know who I can trust.
Thought there was us, now there is no one.

What are you gonna say when she picks up the phone?
Should you leave a message if she's not at home?
I wanted to know if you'd like to see a movie or get a drink.
It would be cool just to be in your company.
But if she says yes know what intentions might be.
If one thing leads to another and there's some chemistry.
You cannot lie, you have to tell the truth.
You have to explain why this could never be, because

There are things that cannot be undone.
There are mistakes that will never be forgiven.
Sometimes at night, I pray to wake a different person in a different place.

Maybe we could just be friends.
I'm being a bit presumptuous.
The stomach churns, the mind starts to race.
You nervously start to exaggerate.
I just want to be young, I want to live.
I want to be healthy,
I don't want this problem.


You wouldn't think something like irresponsibility,
would complicate something like asking for some company company.

But there are things you must accept as said and done.
There are truths you must learn to confront.
You can pray all night and day.
You'll always wake the same person in the same place.

Drunk mouth ruined it again.
Sometimes I say the dumbest things.
Baby it's not you specifically it could be anybody.
I gone and built this up in my head and now it's all already over.
It's all ready before it ever started.

Lock the door, to your room.
Pray they don't find us, pray they don't kick it down.
Oh you've been keeping secrets,
and these kind of lies have consequences.
So many possibilities for this to all end badly.
It's almost guaranteed.
Nothing but shame and paranoia.
A slightly desperate feeling to calm you to sleep.

What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?
What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?

And we'll watch the light, coming under the door.
Listen for footsteps coming down the hall.


Are you gonna wake up screaming through a slit throat?
Young flesh searing on a twin mattress.
But it doesn't have to be, the way things end.
We don't have to give up just yet.

What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?
What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?

Regime change under a Bush doctrine of democratic installations.
Constant war for constant soldiers.
What are we gonna do now?
De-escalation, through military force.
Increase the pressure, Oh Condoleeza
What should we do about the situation in Iran and North Korea?

Condoleeza.

Democratic election under Marshall law.
An Iraqi president out of control of our choices.
After all this death and destruction
Do you really think your actions advocate freedom?
The presidents giving a speech in Georgetown
To remember the voice of a slain civil rights leader,
Do you understand what the martyrs stood for?
Oh Condoleeza do you get the fucking joke?

Condoleeza
Condoleeza
Condoleeza
What are we gonna do now?
Condoleeza
Condoleeza
Condoleeza
What are we gonna do now?

Everyone's a critic, but hey they really respect your talent.
Have your manager call my manager, and we'll make records together.
At this level of success in entertainment, there are certain connotations.
It's a "you give we take" relationship.
The kids just wouldn't understand it.
Come on now, how long do think this is really gonna last?
How long can you hold their attention? How long before they move on to the next band?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?

Coordinate the marketing, label, publicity, touring.
Consult on, timing and presentation.
Go ahead put this in context.
It's 3 points on production, 15% to management,
10% to the agent, 5% to legal representation.
We call it our insurance plan to stretch the inevitable as far as we can.
Gotta make your money while you got the chance,
do whatever it takes to sell it.

On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?


(Let's go)
Just how desperate can we be?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how angry can we seem?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how fucked up can it get?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how much can we bleed?
We're completely irrelevant on LP and compact disc.

On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?