S.O.S.

It's the end of the month, so I decided to throw a few songs out at once tonight.

S.O.S. is another angsty coffee shop era song. For those keeping track, there seems to be a theme through this part of my life. Anyway, not too much to say about it except this... it's not really a distress signal (save our ship) so much as it's a call to arms for people to do what it is they really want to do with their lives (save our selves).

S.O.S.

We began sinking sometime along the way
a Prozac Nation
20-somethings lost at sea, too scared to scream
for a savior. isolation.
we're drowning, whoa.

but we must
Save Our Selves

Never had a great war, our lives are our
Great Depression
treat water and hope our heroes notice
our great desperation
we're drowning, we're drowning
and our eyes are pleading
a silent S.O.S. that no one's reading
whoa

we must
Save Our Selves

go to work and smoke your greens
blow it all. we're meaningless
you brought us in to turn us down
but to these chains we'll not be bound
we're saving ourselves this time
we're saving ourselves this time
we're drowning, we're drowning, but this time...

Save Our Selves