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letra de vandalized - matt nathanson

well, it’s late at night.
there’s n-body around.
just the sounds of the cars
upon the asphalt ground.
it’s the waiting time,
when the hours grow still.
i gaze on through the gl-ss
inside my windowsill.
though i know that you must be
somewhere in this world,
in this place where, at birth,
you and i were both hurled,
to think that we once were relating
is a thing that has almost grown foreign to me.

it’s a bad sight,
such a terrible waste,
to spend your time talking
in such bad taste.
it’s the same old line,
though it’s not you i blame.
it’s your teachers and television
that you put to shame.
the night’s lasting longer
because i’ve filled my head
with the things i could have done
and the words i could have said.
but, in truth, i was only spectating
and that’s a permanent part of reality.

so many rude lines,
so many petty crimes
and you don’t feel a need
to apologize.
tonight is the time
that you stick in my mind,
but from now on i won’t become
vandalized.

now the room’s started filling
with the dawn’s early light
and the end has arrived
of this long night.
i turn off the television
and i hit the bed
while your shade is still haunting
my ever-vulnerable head.
and there’s no use
in trying to compromise
when the kindest things we say
but it’s time i should quit my complaining
and behave with a little more dignity.

so many rude lines,
so many petty crimes
and you don’t feel a need
to apologize.
tonight is the time
that you stick in my mind,
but from now on i won’t become
vandalized.

written by bill foreman

- matt nathanson

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