Lyrics I'm Angry - Kristoff Krane

I'm Angry

Walking by a window, look at my reflection
Little kids dance at the dance recital
A hole in my cigarette, a ball out of air
Missed my exit, I’m already there
Running by a sewer cap, cross the intersection
Little kids play by the playground rules
A hole in my sock, all up in the air
Missed my calling, I’m not in the mood (to care)
I hitched a ride from a truck driver once
On the side of the road where the highway to home
Was a dime bag away plus an old pair of shoes
Tied tight on the wrong kind of primate to owe
Irate with the climate below zero
I make the old hero, Nitrate with no pure gold
Fear no one but us now
Suffocate hate with the slow rust style
Follow me left, now follow me right take two
Steps back fall, 3 strikes fowl…
It’s just a matter of time
Before the light at the end of the tunnel makes its way back out
I opened up the envelope
Slipped it in the back
Pocket, licked the stamp, said a prayer and sent it like I had no option
A heart to heart
It’s good for the head
A walk with a stranger
Is better than a kick to the ribs
So I licked it and sent it again
And again
And again
And again
And again
But I never got the letters so I’m off with the wind
With my soft spots exposed, I’m hard on myself I guess
I’m angry but I don’t know why
Not sure what it’s about but it’s alright
Imma find a better way to figure out
Why this just isn’t sitting right
It’s sticking out like I’m a sore thumb
There’s something wrong with me
But I’m almost there
And I’ve already cared enough
To start with a heart full hunger pain
I’m ugly but I don’t know why
Not sure what it’s about but it’s alright
Imma find a better way to figure out
How to pull this thorn out of my side
It just sticks out like a poor sport
There’s something wrong with me
But I’m almost there
And I’ve already lived a long enough
Life to short myself of change
Now I’m mad at her
I’m mad at them
Mad at the drivers
Mad at the mailman
Mad at the moment
Mad at the wind
It’s time to do the dishes
And I just want to fly again
I don’t want these responsibilities
I just wanna seek freedom willingly
It’s killing me
But at the same time its helpin me realize
I just wanna be a guide
I wanna feel alive
I want it to be real
I wanna make an honest living
I don’t wanna steal.
from
Anyone.strawberry fields forever young, is a realistic ideal
If I could just get it done
And I will, no doubt in my mind
As long as I have you in my life to remind me
When I’m whining or when I’m outta line please
Just tell me that I’m fine and I’ll put it all behind me