John Nolan
Screaming into the Wind
Morning breaks over the Midwest.A silent, lonely porch swing rocking,The television glows.Another night spent crumbling,Just listening to you moan.You monkey with a microphone. Your redundant, useless voiceConstantly a dull and distant noise.You're just screaming into the wind.You're just screaming into the wind.I'm focusing my hate.But it's hollow, unsubstantiated.You're an easy mark,And I just need a target right now. I can't face myself.I can't honestly own up to who I am.I'm just screaming into the wind.I'm just screaming into the wind.Guilt is relative.So is sin.It makes it easy to pretend.A bicycle is humming and it's carrying me home.Letras de cancionesThe sun is red and headed for the west.I'm finding ways to rearrange me.I should be content, but I'm still terrifiedCause I can't tell a realization, a rationalization, or nostalgia from regret. Oh no.I'm just screaming into the wind.I'm just screaming into the wind.Guilt is relative.So is sin.It makes it easy to pretend.
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