irony

Who will talk you through this type of fear?
Trying to be anywhere but here
Distractions are soon to disappear
I'll be in the same seat in a year

I don't wanna live that type of life
Think that I am running out of time
Terrified I'll commit the same crime
Not like me to go and change my mind

And I don't know who else there is to be
If I'm sick of bricks and wanna be across the street
I still dream about them holding onto me
When I'm kept up it's by irony

Walking down the same path you got sick
Maybe this time it will scratch that itch
Such a prodding pest hurts like a bitch
Written in your blood you take a script

Calling up the old Blue Moon Hotel
Everything is covered in pastels
Copy of that one book in your mouth
When you check the year you spit it out
(You're no longer that kid now)

And I don't know who else there is to be
If I'm sick of bricks and lie to everyone I meet
They still tell me how much this world is in need
When I nod my head it's irony

Cannot sing a song and bite your tongue
Cannot pinch yourself if you are numb
Cannot wait for what will never come
Cannot keep repeating what is done
(Now I think I've had enough)

And I don't know who else there is to be
If I'm sick of bricks and can't betray this part of me
Everyone who's ever loved me will agree
If I leave for good it's irony
Should have been when I was seventeen
This time when I die I will be dying free
Irony my biggest legacy