Written 2006, recorded 2007. Stream-of-consciousness rambling with haphazard guitar overdubs. The title ended up as a lyric in "The World Won't Listen" on There and Back Again.
Say a word for my hateful past
I was bitter, angry, and lonely
Could you pause to forgive me?
Nothing I said was really poetic
There it is: memory for sale
All my writing: my feelings exposed
Like some song you know you can't forget
Even if my words tend to fail me
I still have this strange, strange feeling
"I am living out the life of a poet"
Say a word for what's no more
The people, the places, all that is past
But in the back of your mind
You know you won't forget – it's all there
Call it boredom, call it what you will
I know when you sleep what goes in your head
It's always just another minute somewhere else
You know, I've heard every word you've said
Even when you thought I couldn't hear
Let me tell you: I know something's up