Dan Bern | Anger

I could reveal much more than you’d be comfortable knowing
I’ve been having all them awful thoughts again
Last night I masturbated three times
Once I knew a girl who did it seven times a day
She must have been so unhappy
And every time I try to scratch beneath the surface
All I feel is anger
So I keep it covered, bleeding anger

I been visiting old friends, with their perfect lives and perfect wives
Sometimes it makes me sick, I see my life and how I’ve wasted it
Fantasies, mad ravings like a drunk who doesn’t take a drink
An addict without puncture wounds
Too young to be a pathetic dirty old man
And every time I try to scratch beneath the surface
All I feel is anger
Everybody waits for me, and I
Have left the goddamn building

I need a chorus, a theme
Something to make all this tie together and make sense
But for now I got no chorus and no theme
I keep running off to someplace that I’ve never been
To do something quite unimportant, to stay out of sight
So people other places might think that I’m somewhere
Doing something quite important

Stopped writing letters
All my friends got tired of reading
That everything sucks, and told me so
I need a cabin in the woods, maybe I’d be happy then
But more likely in a year, I’d decide that living in the woods
Is boring, and I don’t see anybody

Everything is out of control
The best thing I can say for me is that I’m good friends to a dog
My girlfriend trained her not to cross the street
Sometimes I think my girlfriend trained me not to cross the street
I wait for her to feed me and to throw me sticks

Everything has all gone wrong
Sometimes I don’t sleep all night long
Sometimes I wake up full of dread
Then I get up anyway
And then forget forget forget forget forget forget forget
My sweet fading memory, sometimes my only salvation

(lyrics: Dan Bern)