The question is simple

The Boy Bathing - The Questions Simple

Listen to me singing through the microphone
Like I’m talking through the wires of a telephone
It’s a couple of notes higher than a baritone
Getting quieter ‘til you can barely hear a note

‘Cause every poem I’ve written you can take apart
The questions can be simple but the answers hard
How can I finish if I never start
How can I love you with a broken heart

I’m giving it a week until I quit the band
No thousand records sold and no biggest fan
No more summer touring sleeping in the van
No five dollars at the door, hey man, stamp my hand

‘Cause I could’ve been a doctor with a stethoscope
Listening to hearts and writing doctor’s notes
But I’m not leaving the band - it was just a joke
I’ll be coughing out a song so I can clear my throat

Until it’s time to die I’m gonna drown myself
I don’t wanna be responsible for no one else
Into the Pacific with a white sail blowing
A hole into the bottom of the ocean

How can I be sorry for the things I’ve done
How can I be finished if I’ve not begun
I’m not even sure I wanna try again
Every day begins and every sun does set

How’s it gonna matter if I die today
Maybe one less car on the Interstate
If the clouds are gonna gather than it’s time to rain
How will I feel better when I feel the same

If one is just a start but two's a perfect number
You were healthy appetite and I am hunger
Maybe in a couple weeks when I get better
We can see a movie or just do whatever

I see her in the hallway like a ballet dancer
If she would fall I would be there to catch her
I can make you happy by your side forever
If you want to call me I’ll be there to answer

I’m taking half the year to go explore the world
Maybe find out that it spins around in one big circle
Makes me wish for something like a greater purpose
Something when we die that we can take down with us

Something that will fit inside an empty casket
Twenty friends there only to spread the ashes
I want to be the one to cause a chain reaction
Maybe make a difference before something happens

‘Cause lately they’ve been talking of a big disaster
Something everyone will have to clean up after
Forget all of things that I can’t remember
Running through the rye, but there is no catcher

I remember summer’s that were joy and laughter
Everyone was having so much fun together
Now it seems the seasons all go by much faster
I’m lonesome for the empty fields where nothing matters
Where nothing matters

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