January 30, 2006

You're a Bigger Jerk than Me

After preparing an awful poem for my creative writing class and a subpar 'reading response' to 2 King Henry IV, I've pretty much given up trying to come up with anything for today.

So instead I'm just posting a song:
"You're a Bigger Jerk than Me" by the Karl Hendricks Trio
Sometimes I dream that I can be saved
You laugh and say to me 'I will write that on your grave'
And when I’m lying there with you
I know exactly what I have to do
But I’m awful good at pretending that I haven’t got a clue.

Do to me
What you wish you were doing to him
And if we don’t talk about it,
I guess it doesn’t have to be a sin
We’ll make it so easy
I don’t even have to be scared
And just then, when you touched me,
It was like you were almost there

There are sometimes when I’m almost glad I’m here
And when two people are this lonely
I guess it doesn’t matter who buys the beer
And I guess if we keep drinking
There are things we don’t have to see
But if you think you’re happy now
You’re a bigger jerk than me.

Do to me
What you wish he were doing to you
And if we don’t talk about it
I guess it doesn’t have to be true
We’ll make it so easy
I don’t even have to be scared
And just then, when you touched me,
It was like you were almost there
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.