I just realized that there is no nine in the afternoon.
There's really not, think about it.
There's 9AM, but that's in the morning.
And then there's 9PM, but you'd consider that nighttime.
Or at least evening, but not afternoon.
It brings a whole new sarcastic outlook on the song.
Losing the feeling of feeling unique,
do you know what I mean?
Do you feel it too?
Blinding lights and deafening screams,
all pale in comparison to your words.
Adrenaline addiction;
"This is a stick up, give me all your inspiration."
I think I like it.
But I'll teach you a lesson for keeping secrets from me.
You should try saying no once in a while.
I confess, I messed up; drop an 'I'm sorry' like you're still around.
Yeah it's my fault too for being stubborn.
But fuck you and your faults; fix them or find new friends.
You're like coal in Christmas stockings.
You're the lack of toilet paper in the only open stall.
You're taking friendship and making it cheap.
If friendship is a prostitute, you're a two-cent whore.
And I'm just your daily dose of reality.
Sew my eyes shut, blindfold me, rip my eyes out of their sockets.
Do what you need in the most sensual way possible.
VIOLATE ME.
Just don't make me watch you do it.
Things are so much better without sight, listen to words and voices,
without putting meaning behind physical.
And I, for one, won't stand for this - you can take this to your grave.
But I'm not making any promises.
I might be an accident, but I'm done trying.
Xoxo.
