Relative Fiction

Midnight, you could see me dangling

Glow like a cherry falling, now it's a downpour

You could see me racing the rain to the ground floor

You're the only thing I'll wait around for

Maybe when you get off of work, could you meet me?

We could go barreling down on the main street

You could try watching while I run through the high-beams

'Cause if I didn't have a mean bone in my body

I'd find some other way to cause you pain

I won't bother telling you I'm sorry

For something that I'm gonna do again

When I could spend the weekend out on a bender

Do I get callous or do I stay tender?

Which of these is worse and which is better?

Dying to myself virtually, a massacre

A character of somebody's invention

A martyr in another passion play

I guess I don't mind losing my conviction

If it's all relative fiction anyway

'Cause I don't need a savior, I need you to take me home

I don't need your help, I need you to leave me alone

I'm out where the drunks at the bar talk over the band

I try to express, I can't understand

I beat at the keys, I bloody my hands

'Til you hear me

I've got no business praying

I'm finished being good

Now I can finally be okay in not the way I thought I should

Mm-mm