Relative Fiction

[00:23.66]Midnight: you could see me dangling;
[00:27.83]Glow like a cherry falling
[00:32.07]Now It's a downpour
[00:34.29]And you could see me racing the rain to the ground floor
[00:39.53]You're the only thing I'll wait around for
[00:43.67]Maybe when you get off of work could you meet me
[00:48.52]We could go barreling down on the main street
[00:53.00]You could try watching while I run through the high-beams
[00:59.46]'Cause if I didn't have a mean bone in my body
[01:28.86]I'd find some other way to cause you pain
[01:38.52]I won't bother telling you I'm sorry
[01:48.13]For something that I'm gonna do again
[01:57.34]When I could spend the weekend
[02:00.34]Out on a bender
[02:01.75]Do I get callous or do I stay tender
[02:06.59]Which of these is worse
[02:09.22]And which is better?
[02:11.52]Dying to myself virtually
[02:15.45]A massacre
[02:16.63]A Character of somebody's invention
[02:25.20]A Martyr in another passion play
[02:36.01]I guess I don't mind losing my conviction
[02:45.53]If it's all relative fiction anyway
[02:53.31]'Cause I don't need a savior
[02:57.15]I need you to take me home
[03:03.10]I don't need your help
[03:05.66]I need you to leave me alone
[03:13.22]I'm out where the drunks at the bar
[03:16.18]Talk over the band
[03:18.60]I try to express
[03:21.28]I can't understand
[03:23.72]I beat at the keys
[03:25.58]I bloody my hands
[03:28.01]Till you hear me
[03:33.02]I've got no business praying
[03:37.21]I'm finished being good
[03:41.66]Now I can finally be okay
[03:46.30]In not the way I thought I should
Midnight: you could see me dangling;
Glow like a cherry falling
Now It's a downpour
And you could see me racing the rain to the ground floor
You're the only thing I'll wait around for
Maybe when you get off of work could you meet me
We could go barreling down on the main street
You could try watching while I run through the high-beams
'Cause if I didn't have a mean bone in my body
I'd find some other way to cause you pain
I won't bother telling you I'm sorry
For something that I'm gonna do again
When I could spend the weekend
Out on a bender
Do I get callous or do I stay tender
Which of these is worse
And which is better?
Dying to myself virtually
A massacre
A Character of somebody's invention
A Martyr in another passion play
I guess I don't mind losing my conviction
If it's all relative fiction anyway
'Cause I don't need a savior
I need you to take me home
I don't need your help
I need you to leave me alone
I'm out where the drunks at the bar
Talk over the band
I try to express
I can't understand
I beat at the keys
I bloody my hands
Till you hear me
I've got no business praying
I'm finished being good
Now I can finally be okay
In not the way I thought I should