4th Grade Nothing

Inside you want to crawl away
And save that cold concrete for another day
As childhood dreams are swept away
One final glimpse at your reality

I had a good thing once and I ran
But the ensuing blood is forgiveness for my sins
I accept the chastisement for my own cowardice
And I will carry my cross and hers forever

Swept under the rug
Way in the back of your underwear drawer
Clogging your drain
Dust on the dashboard
The widow on the church pew (still believing)
And the absurdity of it all just seems to make me laugh
But it has nothing to do with the puncture wounds
If I could spеak my mind, I'd be wordless, worthless

You don't call mе - That's good - You should not
But you never called me - Maybe you should not
I'm worthless besides I'm already gone
She wouldn't take no for an answer
But now she'll pay for it with her soul

Maybe I should go
But I don't really want to go
Besides the garden here is much too beautiful
And the drugs are inbred
If you notice me shaking please do one thing for me
And look away
Now look what I've done
I've made such a mess of things
I've decided that I'm not just anti-social
Sometimes I'm anti-everything