When You Fight Something Long

If Someone Wants To Say 'i Love You' In A Straight Play, They Say It, And Then It's The Other Person's Turn To Talk. But In A Song, You Can Sing About It For Another Three Minutes. The Musical Form Has That Unique Opportunity To Express At Length What Joy Really Feels Like.

I'm Just Not Having A Very Good Time And I Don't Have Any Reason To Think It'll Get Anything But Worse. I'm Tired. I'm Hurt. I'm Sad. I Feel Used.

No. You Can't. And I Can't Do Anything Either, About My Life, To Change It, Make It Better, Make Me Feel Better About It. Like It Better, Make It Work. But I Can Stop It. Shut It Down, Turn It Off Like The Radio When There's Nothing On I Want To Listen To. It's All I Really Have That Belongs To Me And I'm Going To Say What Happens To It. And It's Going To Stop. And I'm Going To Stop It. So. Let's Just Have A Good Time.

Mama, I Know You Used To Ride The Bus. Riding The Bus, And It’s Hot And Bumpy And Crowded And Too Noisy, And More Than Anything Else In The World, You Wanna Get Off. And The Only Reason In The World You Don’t Get Off Is It’s Still Fifty Blocks From Where You’re Going. Well, I Can Get Off Right Now If I Want To. Because Even If I Ride Fifty More Years And Get Off Then, It’s Still The Same Place When I Step Down To It. Whenever I Feel Like It, I Can Get Off. Whenever I’ve Had Enough, It’s My Stop. I’ve Had Enough.

Jesus Was A Suicide, If You Ask Me.