Fear and Loathing in South Oakland

Please don't get any ideas I never loved you
I'm sorry that I said it I was crying I was drunk and I lied
You were just another subject of my infatuation
Like anarchy and great TV and
Getting high
And I know
One of these days I gotta grow up
But not today
Please don't get any ideas I'd never hate you
This would be a whole lot easier if I wanted you dead
I just know that I have trouble reconciling with the fact that
Reality is different than the image I made up in my head
And I know
I actually care a lot about politics and art and you
And I know
I'm always gonna be a poseur with a debilitating point of view
Of the world
See I make up excuses for caring about things
When I end up getting hurt
Doesn't make up for the fact that I've been
Half assing everything that I hold dear
So please don't get any ideas I never loved you
But it doesn't mean I wouldn't drop everything the moment you called
We gotta have eachother's backs in this fucking hellhole
So I'm sorry that I've been a stranger to my friends
And I know
Pessimism is getting me nowhere
And I know
I care for you like primetime tv and brushing up on Emma Goldman
And I think
Yeah I wanna believe
If that's not love for you my friend
Then what's the point of caring at all



Credits
Writer(s): Nano Siegert-wilkinson
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