Inocente
He's staring at the ceiling
He notices the longing
And then remembers something good
He remembers that there's coffee
And they were winning one to nothing
On his way he'll get a copy
Of the Herald for the scores
At the diner he always sits at the counter
Just like one of the regulars
So he don't seem so alone
Well they lost in eleven innings
And now they're talking about trading
Still he won't bet on them winning
He won't be taken in again
And when the waitress comes his way
They talk a little more everyday
In his he
After All
All you ever talk about is what you want to hear
All you really want is just to bend another ear
Nothing ever matters if it isn't up to you
So everybody scatters when you walk into the room
I've given up I'm getting out
I'm overloaded and knee deep
What should I believe
I never know the difference cause it's never what it seems
Subjugate your neighbor to acquire what you need
Fabricate a fantasy that isn't coming true
All the clever innocence to cover the illusion
I've had enough I've seen it all
I'm overdue for some release
Will you never cease
After all you've known it all along
Nothing comes from nothing
And it isn't what you came for
All the while you waste you vacant mind
There is no resurrection of the time you killed
Everything is easy always having an excuse
Always in the market for a ritual abuse
Lack of opportunity is knocking at the door
Sitting on that good for nothing ass for evermore
I've given up I'm getting out
I'm overloaded and knee deep
What should I believe
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All you ever talk about is what you want to hear
Nothing ever matters if it isn't up to you
Lack of opportunity is knocking at the door
Sitting on that good for nothing ass for evermore