Monday, Feb. 21, 2005 / 1:04 a.m.
Somewhere Else to Be

I remember the day, I packed up all my stuff
Said goodbye to this place
And with nothing more than a couple of bags, I slipped out the door
Like a thief in the night
Guilty of some horrid crime
What need of a jury have we
When self-condemnation is so in vogue
Just flagellate yourself a little more
If you don't have a scar
Then you're not sorry
And if you're not sorry
Well, there's things we can do with you, you know
We can tell everyone
Shout it to the world
Shout what you did, what you are,
Every single little sordid detail
So don't you want to just obey now?
Take your medicine like a good girl
And drug yourself into happiness
Cause what's the alternative
And so with those words ringing
Again and again in my head
An ugly chorus of hate
I packed my bag and slipped out the door
I'll find somewhere else to be.