Poor Bailey - A Song Without Words lyrics

This old town breeds the blues From the river to Rose Hill. The lone tree's not so lonely Even the clocks found time to k**. The voices haunt the hallways In crooning apparitions. The floorboards sound as if They were sick of being stepped on. The mattress lies a nightmare Waiting to happen. And the porch is a nervous wreck, Because that's where the last tenants left. Never to return, Not a nod of concern or regret. Find time to celebrate, You'll find time to grieve. With imaginary friends, Imaginary enemies. Born to be let down, Screaming out scream it loud. I couldn't be more thankful But I sure as hell ain't proud. I'm sorry to say that I'm not sorry. Well if hatred must be taught, Well then love is a concept lost. All hail to the nation Raised by toys that talk. You're starving for attention, I'm thirsty for some time alone. You ain't all that clever But you're pretty good at playing dumb. The bandwagon carries leaches To the bottom of the pond. Where they conjugate and wait For their free ride to stardom. Please stay seated 'til the next stop: Mainstream U.S.A. The leaches find a seat in the front, While the sheep pile into the trunk. But I ain't down with the herd, I don't like leaches, they s**. I ain't down with the herd, I don't like leaches, they s**. You're addicted to destruction, A self-mutilating trend. I am my own worst enemy, I'm my own best friend. I know where I'm going, I'm just not sure where I am. It's hot as hell in here Still my computer's frozen. I am calm, I am pa**ive, I'm pretending to be heard. We can wait for the weather to change. You take the wind, I'll take the rain. You read to find an answer, I write to find a way. Yeah you read to find an answer, I write to find a way. The space between you and me, Over land over sea. I'm just a phone call away, You're impossible to reach. I wish I was gay, You wish you were straight. I can't tell you what to love, But ask me what to hate And I'll tell you a little story In a song without words. You love living your life on the edge, The excitement bores me to d**h. You're a riddle to solve, I'm a joke that you don't get. Yeah you are a riddle to solve, I'm a joke that you don't get. Your lips taste of poison, Of moments in motion. Of blood stained lust And pathetic obsession. I'll die to warm the roots And save the other leaves. And fall to realize That everyone's following me. And I'm wandering around, aimlessly. I'll try my worst to do my best, My plans to fail were a success. I remind you to remember, You remind me to forget. I remind you to remember, You remind me to forget. I'll live in between the lines Next to the blood red margin. Like a road leading me To some unknown destination. Where it all goes Maybe I'll never know. But we're all growing up yeah, We're all getting old. And if you want to see time fly, You better open your eyes. Because the higher you climb, The further you fall. And where we'll end up only time will tell. But I'd rather be the feather that flew Than the stone that once fell. Yeah I'd rather be the feather that flew Than the stone that once fell.