Be Kind

There's a pile of CDs in the corner over there

Sharing the ground with a tree

That's the saving grace

For the surrounding poison air

The longer that I stare at this ghetto diamond

I find rare and different

This pile of memories

That were always lying there

And I danced for three days, I danced for three days

I danced for three days in the arms of my lover

That I met in a growing phase

Who holds on through my growing pains

And I deserve to rest

In a California king bed, my arms outstretched

And my dreams bleeding from my head

Into the sheets instead

And maybe I'm the chosen one, your lost and rambling son

I'll leave you standing in a land that I deserted

For a better hand

I deserve a better hand

You see

I never learned

To be kind

But I hear you get used to the pain

Of heartbreak again and again

Oh, I won't be heartless

So don't be heartless with me

Oh, I won't be careless

So don't be careless with me

Oh, I won't be callous

So don't be callous with me

Oh, I won't be careless

So don't make me care less

I won't be heartless

So don't make me heartless

I won't be callous

So don't make me callous

I'll be kind

If you'll be

I'll be kind

If you'll be

If you'll be

If you'll be

If you'll be

If you'll be

If you'll be

If you'll be

If you'll be