But if I could talk to myself
And playwrights convene
It just cuts into her
The gold medal gleams
To fill up my time
Well then maybe I could take your advice, advice
On that long bus ride to Omaha
I know a girl who cries
I found out I was guilty
On the next airplane
And then the melody
Some kind of confusion
But I won't be around
There's a film on the wall
And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time
Stopping somewhere for coffee
Well, if it is
They will detail their pain
Who are sitting beside it
But you had no knowledge
No need for conviction
Makes the people look small
They're not thirsting for justice
Like it's some kind of contest
Like I was someone else
Where the folk singers, poets
The champion of idiots
So a jury was formed
And it wondered how
Are impossible to justify
All consumed in the drama
'Cause each note sounds so pure
And I know that my actions
They seem adequate
All beaming with confidence
Oh, dear, amateur orators
Once the hero has died
You were left unaffected
Comes pouring out her eyes, eyes
'Cause I am deserving it
I think I am winning it
More like a disaster
But a kid carries his Walkman
As more liquor was poured
But I slept with the lies
They must return to their lives
As I make my final lap
'Cause I'm leaving
Now to me, everything else
For the sentencing
In some standard refrain
They will drive to the office
They will recite their sadness
When she practices violin
So hang it around my neck
Dispensing their wisdom
No, the chemicals covered you
I found out I was guilty
I keep inside my head
