"Late Nights and Matinees"

I really want to tell you to, fuck off sometimes,
for all those times you didn't listen,
but that wouldn't get me anywhere, now would it?

I'm so tired of all the yelling,
and all the screaming I'm not doing.
All this rediculousness is making me sick.

Do you remember,
quiet nights with tired smiles,
tiny whispers in the lamplight?

Now the moon is bright and silver,
all the buildings throwing shadows on the street,
It's cold tonight and this jacket just won't cut it.

As I crossed the street, looking both ways,
I'm wondering what you've been thinking,
Pondering the thoughts that might have crossed your mind.

If you were so eager, to escape in the first place,
then maybe I'm a fool to talk it out with you.
Yeah, say you'll hear me out, you'll only hear "Commitment..."

The crowd gasps, "Oh no! Anything but that!"
And the people flee in flocks from the theatre.
You backed out the doors when you didn't want it anymore.

I really want to tell you, to open your eyes sometimes.
Realize there's more to life than living in fear.
You've got to have something to believe in, I hoped it was me.

-Yeah.