Contradictions from Dead Links by Dead Links
Additional vocals by Lisa Heineman
Tracklist
| 9. | Contradictions | 5:26 |
Lyrics
This is my Chappaquiddick
And I'm walking away
Looking in the mirror, feeling sick
Try to get through the day
I drive through Ohio City
Looking around at all the pretty faces
Feeling a strange sense of pity
They’re looking for god in all the unholy places
Despondent, pessimistic, manic, enervated
But I'm not mad, I'm not mad
Full of contradictions, I guess I'll admit that
That I got mad, I got mad
The metaphors in life are heavy handed and
I’m still mad, I’m still mad
A used face mask rolls by like a tumbleweed and
I’m still mad, I’m still mad
This is my 9/11
And I'm still in my seat
Reading books to children
Ignoring all the heat
I drive through Ohio City
And cross-examine my so strange flirtation
With mental overdressing, dull and witty
Creeping up on all of the desperation
Despondent, pessimistic, manic, enervated
But I'm not mad, I'm not mad
Full of contradictions, I guess I'll admit that
That I got mad, I got mad
The metaphors in life are heavy handed and
I’m still mad, I’m still mad
A used face mask rolls by like a tumbleweed and
I’m still mad, I’m still mad
When I see you walking by
And I needed you in my life
Oh I need to let it go
Oh I need to let you go
Life goes on
Tell me what you think about that
Are you on your own?
Are you all alone?
Despondent, pessimistic, manic, enervated
But I'm not mad, I'm not mad
Full of contradictions, I guess I'll admit that
That I got mad, I got mad
The metaphors in life are heavy handed and
I’m still mad, I’m still mad
A used face mask rolls by like a tumbleweed and
I’m still mad, I’m still mad
