At the Bar

What’s the price of silence now?
it comes cheap when you’re around
everyone wants an answer and its found
in chapter thirteen, then its gone
I never wanted an answer
but now it seems that’s all I need
so how about we forget where I’m coming from
and where I’ve been
and those dark roads that somehow led me here
is that so much to ask? certainly I know
I could never live with that
but still I’m claiming I Don’t wanna go, don’t wanna know
impossible right now
your illustration hits right home
stop me before I go too far
go home and I’ll be at the bar
I slept for twelve minutes last night
I searched your eyes to find out why
see everyone else is easy, in plain english
and in eighteen point bold font
but still I can’t read you
and now I wonder if I shoud
I know I’m not everything that I could be I never let it show
and its no secret to you
but its been beaten to death
certainly I know you could never live like that
if living’s what it is