Details

The news is coming at me too fast
I don’t know what’s false
I don’t know what’s fact
It don’t matter once the people react
Popular opinion don’t change its mind
I was a social tourniquet
To cut the bleeding off a bit
And in a twist of fate had to amputate
I’m tired

Sit by the side and just wait ‘til the tide is low
And try to remember to forget everyone I know

It’s easier said than is done
Cause part of me hates you
And part of me loves
But you are in the details again
The smell on a half-drunk
Bottle of gin
So I work each day ‘til I’m black and blue
With machines that repair
What my hands can’t do
And try not to think about
Such missing things
I’m tired

Sit by the side and just wait ‘til the tide is low
And try to remember to forget every thing I know

Somebody’s gotta pull a string or two
Everybody knows what a string can do
There’s no sadder than the slow demise of a man
who’s tired