Biting the Skin Off My Fingers

Sunday, April 18th, 2010 is today's date
Just try to prove me wrong
I hear my mother yelling upstairs
She didn't listen to the part of the sermon about
Peace today
I'm talking to a girl who once thought
She loved me
That I once thought I loved
We've changed our minds, changed them back
And changed them again
Since then
But at least I never really cared
While talking to her I spilt my drink
On some CDs loaded with ska--
I like the joyful and upbeat feel to it--
But I'm sure they'll be fine
Or perhaps, say they're fine while
They're falling apart on the inside
But of course CDs can't do that
Only people can

One day I'll lasso the moon
And anchor it in my yard
So anyone else who attempts to pull it down
Will have to take it from me.