Sorority Girls - Mommy Long Legs

18 minutes ago you called me on my phone You said, "I'm sorry, why do I feel so alone?" I said, "I'm sorry, is there anything that I can do?" You said, "Care about me like you used to" I'm sleeping in a van most nights It's not ideal but I've never felt more alive In fact, I've never felt quite exactly the way that I am My friends are dying quicker than I possibly can 19 minutes ago you called me on my phone I've been keeping tabs on when I call you on the phone So I call you every day but I guess if every day Means some days then I call you every day Beware that I'm not who I used to be I've had a lot of things go wrong with me And I'm sorry I'm not capable of lying My parents they are looking for my house 75 Granite St.'s no longer where I live, or send the mail to, or the things that I don't want to receive My parents love me or at least now I'm alive to see 20 minutes ago you called me on my phone You said, "Cameron, why do I feel so alone?" I said, "I'm sorry, is there anything that I can do?" You said, "Care about me like you used to" Not too long ago you called me on the phone And I held back tears 'cause I was feeling so alone I have to be stronger or at least much stronger than I've been Like a father or the son, holy spirit, amen

Get-get, get inside your spaceship You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this You'll jet up out the city like your favorite authors Look up at the stars, look up at the stars You're on the fast track, living from a backpack Leaving all the sad-sack suckers in the dust behind you This is how you roll, permanent vacation You put in your time, now you're out of patience You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go But now you're getting caught up in it Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Think about your friends, think about your other friends Thinking about you when they can, probably wondering what happened to you Can't return a call, skipping every breakfast He tried to be a writer, but instead he only fact-checks Out of shape and uninspired You force down salad and you just feel tired And wake up every day And spend it from the get-go Chewing on your thumb And staring out the window You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go If you could spare the money, but you're burning through your twenties For a misdirected, energetic asshole living in a castle Waving 'round a brass pole with a little ball on top and Barking like a tree, debating every sick day Storming through the office like Katrina on the fifth day Sitting with your pockets full of fists And you're staring at your wrists And your scissors, and you're shaking so bad You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this So pack yourself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship Daydream and think of the nights When they'll sing your name, and they'll write it in lights When the daydream ends like a kick in the chest You can go out dancing, and hope for the best But then you get so bored You're half-asleep The girls are jealous and the boys are cheap A circus of the stars, a battle of the sexes We're all in love with dying and we're doing it in taxes You could really go (you could really go) No one's gonna stop you (no one's gonna stop you) But then you get that feeling, like a train-track killing Like an old-time villain in a silent movie Crying like a kid Squealing like a sex tape Shrieking like a Beatle fan and kicking like a sensei Sitting with your pockets full of fists, and you're staring at your wrists And your shoulders, and they're aching so bad Now they're cutting care Now they're talking pay cut No one better dare Ask you how your day was Please don't make me act it out, it's hard enough to talk about it I'll just rent my DVDs and watch my internet TV I'll bide my time and pay my rent 'til something knocks me to my senses When I've had enough of dying in the day shift, I'll pack myself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship

Lynda Carter never cried when the bad men came She just looked them in the eyes and said, "Behave" And our mothers gave us loving looks And covered us in comic books We'd write city symphonies in crayon on the edge of every page And the armies crawled across our linen sheets on Monday mornings When a touch of what was going around had come around to us And our newlywed, adoptive mothers Covered us in colored covers We watched I Love Lucy and were happier than we would dare to say Silver Surfers flew inside Of our windows every other night And we'd wake up imagining, we'd wake up imagining And solar flares and fireballs Would dance around the threadbare walls And set our tiny eyes ablaze With wonder at the things we thought we knew Lynda Carter never cried when the bad men came She'd just look them in the eyes and they'd behave And we'd have our toast with marmalade Drape sheets across our shoulder blades And raid the fridge for ice cream Till we heard the keychain jangling at the door And our unwed teenage mother Gave us one too many brothers But we wrapped him in a pillowcase and loved him all the same And when Tuesday came along We went back to singing spelling songs And Saturday was there before we knew it And we'd known it all along

Is everything okay? Not right now but it will be I'm just stuck in the same old place again Do you need anything? Well considering I'm still standing I'd say I've done pretty well for myself And I've seen both sides of the field And I've lost more blood than one should yield But I'm still here and my old wounds have healed I've got friends who've died But everything's gonna be alright They'll be with me by my side every night And they're with me every time That I bite off more than I can chew So tell me, where are you? Where are you? Is there anything I can do? Tell you what there is and it starts off with you Don't tell me how to live my life, I'm going to be fine Cameron, how can I help? Well you can meet me in hell and take care of yourself It gets pretty hot where I live And it gets pretty cold when at twenty-three years old You've been running from death your whole life I've got friends who've died But everything's gonna be alright They'll be with me by my side every night And they're with me every time That I bite off more than I can chew So tell me, where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? (Where are you?) I've got friends who've died But everything's gonna be alright They'll be with me by my side every night And they're with me every time That I bite off more than I can chew So tell me, where are you?