My Favourite Complaint

Words and music by Seth Warren

The Forever Syndrome

If I told you I was tired
Would you shut up for the five minutes it would take me
To get to sleep?
You were unnaturally high
You were wasting away, all soul-consumed
and spiritually diseased

I don’t care what you’ve gone through
I don’t care what you hold on to

Little pieces of the truth fall
From your rotting tapestry, you spin around
Like a top-drawn comedy
Any dancers for the taking?
All the wasted-head adversaries cling to mocking
In a classic ceremony


Copyright © 2006 Seth Warren