Dan Bull

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Misfit

Oh, sod it, it hurts but I'll reveal the truth

Sometimes I'd like to curl up and be a recluse

I mean it, it isn't simply an excuse

I'm really feeling too weak to deal with you

Do you see what I've been reduced to?

A shadow of myself with the bleakest future

I zone out, open myself

And only hope someone else knows what I'm about

It's lonely when you've felt so low you can't help

But want to go for broke, and throw in the towel

Go to the cabinet, open the tablets

Overdose and lay comatose in the bath with the tap running

That's not what I planned when I had hope though

I once was the man in the photo

Laughing with no load on my back and no hassle

And the path to my happiness, that was still open

In the past had I known that all that was over

Perhaps I'd have known how to claw back those years

I was sober, no drugs, I had a girlfriend

But now I'm a loner that hopes the world ends

How did I fall into all this torment

I never portended this result then

I wanted four kids, a mortgage, a crib with all the fittings

But all I'm getting's more bored and morbid

According to laws of physics actions all cause others

Yeah? So howcome I don't have some sort of lover?

It's all just rubbish, all religions and philosophical offerings

Of knowledge on the source of our suffering

It's just a thing thought up by people who lie to decieve

All the world to lie at their feet

So I'm actually beginning to believe

That perhaps it's time for me to leave

Cos I'm a misfit - I'm not an alpha male

Misfit - my health's too frail

I'm a misfit - worn out and pale

Misfit - I'm bound to fail

I'm a misfit - your inane conversation

Misfit - puts a strain on my patience

I'm a misfit - please take me away from all

Misfit - this pain and frustration

I'm a misfit

Do I freak you out with what I speak about?

Like I'm not even allowed to reveal myself

Cos it breaches how people seem to chat

It seems they really don't want to hear the real Dan

But piss off, I'm just not interested in small talk

I'd much more discuss thoughts on Bush, war and such

All the fuss all you fucks all get flustered with football

Means fuck all to me cos it's just sport, and that's all

Don't you ever sit and think about the bigger things

And how to figure things out that aren't just physical?

The little bit of history we fit into

How we're writ into it, and what it means to us

I feel I don't ever belong, what a misfit

But see, don't get me wrong, I'm not a thick kid

Cross my fingers, I've got witnesses of this

I think it's some kind of condition or sickness

That inhibits my ability to fit in with hip kids

Sit and sip drinks without feeling ridiculous

Is there something I've missed, is this all just a trick?

Can you all just admit that you're being pricks

For shits and giggles? It itches and niggles

This list of questions, riddles and things

That fill my head and inner sense with visions of maliciousness

With this malevolence I'm stripped of my innocence

The pinnacle thing beginning my wishlist's

A vision in which I'm just hindered with less stress

So if I sink into and addiction and alcoholism

Can I be forgiven for wishing to skip this

Abyss of decisions? This piteous pit

Full of pissy and shit citizens

Cos if this planet I've seen's the epitome of existence

Then shit, you can literally sit and spin on it

I'm a misfit - I'm not an alpha male