In This Room

I’m tired of breathing

I’m tired of chewing on strings

I’m tired of talking to you about the love I should be feeling

I want none of these things

I’ve sweat your crusades

I’ve sweat your kings

I’ve sweat for 30 long years

I want air conditioning

But in this room I search for you

And in this room I learn to fool

Your petty conscience guides by fear

You never tried to get so near

I guess I cannot blame you

I’ve traveled highways

Around this sphere

I’ve traveled for inspiration

A passport stamp career

True pain is caring

True love is pain

True happiness is wanting

Closer and closer to something

But in this room I search for you

And in this room I learn to fool

Your petty conscience guides by fear

You never tried to get so near

You never really tried to know

I guess I can’t blame

I guess it hurts too much to say

All the things that you want to

You’ll lie awake at night and think

Or maybe you’ll just fuck and drink

I want to get my message through

But you say feeling isn’t truth