Posted by: Lindsay | November 6, 2009

Thank you Ben Folds.

What I’ve kept with me
and what I’ve thrown away,
Don’t know where the hell I’ve ended up
on this glary, random day…
Were the things I really cared about
just left along the way
for being too pent up and proud?

Woke up way too late
feeling hung over and old
and the sun was shining bright
and I walked barefoot
down the road.
Started thinking about
my old man;
it seems that all men
wanna get into a car and go

Here I stand – sad and free
I can’t cry and I can’t see what I’ve done
Oh, God. . . what have I done?

Don’t you know I’m numb, man?
No, I can’t feel a thing at all
’cause it’s all smiles and business
these days
and I’m indifferent to the loss.
I’ve faith that there’s a soul somewhere
who’s leading me around
I wonder if she knows
which way is down.

I poured my heart out
I poured my heart out
It evaporated. . . See?

Blind man on a canyon’s edge
of a panoramic scene
or maybe I’m a kite
that’s flying high and random
dangling a string,
Or slumped over in a vacant room
head on a stranger’s knee…

I’m sure back home
they think I’ve lost my mind.


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