This is the western coast OIf everything I know The fatal flaw, the coming doom This is why you breathe funny When you try to fall asleep Why you feel alone at your parents' home Tar in your throat Shining most everyone you know Forced to play along with our hegemonic host Hiding my opinions in plain colored clothes Just waiting til their bored of their game So you can sit them down, shut them up, call their bluff, and tell them why you came. I've stopped defending all the powers that be, Cutting the leashes of our loans, Defriending corporatocracy, but I don't know what to tell him, but ever since I met him I pretend that I'm not home. I'm selling ads on the windows of my soul And privatizing all the good deeds I bestow I'm selling my old journals praying that they can keep in tact my savings That's exactly why I'm saying that I don't believe I can love anymore. No, I don't believe I can love anymore. Honest I've lost my head or I'm pleased to be used to doubting the hope all this is for the better. At least your hanging with me, at the end of our rope.