Bright Eyes

There's a voice on the phone
telling what had happened
some kind of confusion
more like a disaster
and it wondered how you were left unaffected
but you had no knowledge
no the chemicals covered you
and so a jury was formed
as more liquor was poured
no need for conviction
they're not thirsting for justice
butI slept with the lies
I keep inside my head
I found out I was guilty
I found out I was guilty
but I won't be around for the sentencing
cause I'm leaving
on the next airplane
and though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
they seem adequite to fill up my time
and if I could talk to myself like I was someone else
then maybe I could take your advice
and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time
there's a film on the wall
makes the people look small
who are sitting beside it
all consumed in the drama