Brave As A Noun

I could go off the deep end

I could kill all my best friends

I could follow those stylish trends

But God knows I could make amends

But I’ve got an angry heart

Filled with cancers and poppy tarts

If this is how you folks make art it’s fucking depressing

And it’s sad to know that we are not alone

And it’s sad to know that there’s no honest way out

I’m afraid to leave the house

I’m as timid as a mouse

I’m afraid if I go out I’ll outwear my welcome

I’m not a courageous man

I don’t have any big lasting plans

Too cowardly to take a stand I want to keep my nose clean

And it’s sad to know that we’re not alone in this

And it’s sad to know that there’s no honest way out

In this life we lead

We could conquer everything

If we could just get the brave to get out of bed in the morning