Inability
written August 26, 2000
Sometimes it hurts so much
It's this pain only I can't describe
So don't tell me you know
Unless you feel it too
Don't tell me you care
Your sympathy is not what I need now
I need a gun with silver bullets
To kill the devil in me
I need a chair and a rope
Hang me for all the world to see
Glazed eyes and a broken neck
This is the me in the now
And I'm telling you
Your sympathy is not what I need now
I'm sorry, Love, I know you know
This is my dark, shameful secret
That the strengths in me
Have joined forces with the pain
And they gave in
Now they're breaking me down
I'm slipping through your fingers
As they clench into a fist
I know you try so hard to save me
But, Darling, I'm already gone
So set yourself at ease
Feel the plushness of your love-bent mattress
Close your eyes, feel the relase, sleep
Your sympathy is not what I need now
