The Papers

Are you catching a break? Cause I can talk later Just give it to me straight You know I can take it Don't get me wrong I want it to be good But I'd rather be hated Than misunderstood Are you hearing the things That we're telling the children? And what'll we do If they're finally listening? Sit in the basement Talking to demons Confetti in our hair And I'm right where I wanted to be I'm right here beside myself I'm in the middle of a golden age I don't need anything but my own reflection I don't want to see past the edge Don't want to believe anymore All of my love Can be so misguided It follows me down To the local dive-in Hovering over A moment of silence That's never gonna land I heard it around It's in all of the papers They'd give it away But can't find any takers Sit on the front porch Watching for angels Longbow and arrow in hand And I'm right where I wanted to be I'm right here beside myself I'm moving into a hoping phase Thought there was nothing I'd want to hold onto But you kept it alive all these years I can finally see what's right here Don't want to believe anymore I'm in the middle of a leap of faith Such a long way down But I can't conceive That this is where I'm just starting to see Finally a way to be free And I'm right where I wanted I'm right where I wanted to be Where I wanted I'm right where I wanted to be