You (Josh's Groove)

Sitting by the fireside Waiting patiently for something new to Show its ugly head And stomp out all my inhibitions Now I wouldn't be more than a passing glance If I hadn't said my piece, but Now you remember me As a lesson learned in futility You Silence in the gallery I don't wanna think about it, no Now I wouldn't be much more than a memory Left out rotting inside your brain, but You still remember me As a lesson learned in exasperation You Now what in the hell do you think gives you the right To address me in that way You beat me down, I'm broken And give me all of your disgust