Don’t Come to Me

by Nick Jaina

I've heard the things you've said about me
that you think I believe in buried treasure
the story where they can't find the sea
their hearts caged up in every measure
like the firecracker boys
who hold it too close it goes off in their hand
above the Ms. Pacman noise
the Westfalia stuck with its tires in the sand

so don't come to me with your bullshit excuses
I was around in spite of your abuses
don't come to me with your bullshit decrees
you made the rules while I was on my knees

I've heard the things you've said about me
that I hate your hearts down to the core
but I care about your voice
even though I can't listen now, listen now

so don't come to me with your bullshit excuses
I was around in spite of your abuses
don't come to me with your bullshit decrees
you made the rules while I was on my knees