The Papers

Are you catching a break?
Cause I can talk later
Just give it to me straight
You know I can take it
Don't get me wrong
I want it to be good
But I'd rather be hated
Than misunderstood

Are you hearing the things
That we're telling the children?
And what'll we do
If they're finally listening?
Sit in the basement
Talking to demons
Confetti in our hair

And I'm right where I wanted to be
I'm right here beside myself

I'm in the middle of a golden age
I don't need anything but my own reflection
I don't want to see past the edge
Don't want to believe anymore

All of my love
Can be so misguided
It follows me down
To the local dive-in
Hovering over
A moment of silence
That's never gonna land

I heard it around
It's in all of the papers
They'd give it away
But can't find any takers
Sit on the front porch
Watching for angels
Longbow and arrow in hand

And I'm right where I wanted to be
I'm right here beside myself

I'm moving into a hoping phase
Thought there was nothing I'd want to hold onto
But you kept it alive all these years
I can finally see what's right here
Don't want to believe anymore

I'm in the middle of a leap of faith
Such a long way down
But I can't conceive
That this is where I'm just starting to see
Finally a way to be free
And I'm right where I wanted
I'm right where I wanted to be
Where I wanted
I'm right where I wanted to be