He talks about nothing using too many words.nHe talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs.nShe acts her rage which is most of her problem.nIn love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow.nnAnother Saturday night.nAnother fucking shitty Saturday night.nnI'm spinning in the next room.nSlurring along to my isolationnAt the top of my lungs.nI'm sitting here next to you.nSore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done.nI don't want to be anywhere at all.nHere or at my house kicking at the wall.nnIf home is where the heart isnThen I live in my upper chest.nI'm gonna drink until these tearsnStart to taste like the cheap beer.nI'm gonna drink tonight until these tearsnStart to taste like the cheap beer.nnThe bottles are stacked like they show how we're different.nAnd that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant.nBut pints of Vodka don't write poetry.nYou can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies.nnBut I swear to fuck;nThat a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more.nAnd I swear to fuck;nThat we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor.nThan the words of Kropotkin ever could.nAnd all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could.nnI'm puking in the next room.nSorry about the carpet,nClean it up or your mom'll be mad.nI'm pretending that I'm too good for you.nSo you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am.nnBetter to seem like an asshole,nThan what you are.nThe billionth teenage boy with social problemsnTo plays the guitar.nnI'm not sure what I want you to say to me.nBut I know the look on your face that I want to see.nnIf home is where the heart isnThen mine is a cigarette.nI'm gonna drink until these tearsnStart to taste like the cheap beer.nI'm gonna drink tonight until these tearsnStart to taste like the cheap beer.nnI'm not you and that's good enough for me.nThe only word that I use is fuck,nSo you can forget the dictionary.nnI can't tell what question you're asking.nI don't care 'cause no is my answer.nnAnother Saturday night.nAgainst everything on a Saturday night.nnI'm bleeding in the next room.nLet it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high.nI'm here beating up on you.n'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die.nnI don't care that you don't care that I don't care.nThe only card game I know is strip solitaire.nnIf home is where the heart isnThen I got evicted this week.nI'm gonna drink until these tearsnStart to taste like the cheap beer.nI'm gonna drink tonight until these tearsnStart to taste like the cheap beer.