Melon Country

The 6th song from Pornocracy. It was written in 1998 around the same time as Fifteen Stitches and a Headache.

## Appearances

* Pornocracy (Track 6)
* The Arrogant Sons of Bitches (Track 15)

## Blurb

This was written about the same time as **15 Stitches**. I was trying to get over a girl and I just couldn't and I didn't like the person who I was becoming. I hated myself, I would walk around in the rain, I would smoke too many cigarettes everyday and I would just think that everything would have been better if this girl hadn't broken my heart. Then I realized that no girl is really worth all the trouble that it seems like, and that life was good. I was just boring myself by doing the same things over and over and just being a boring ass fucking person.

## Lyrics

Well its OK to want, but its less OK to need

'Cause I started to get greedy

That's the last thing I would need (great rhyme)

Getting comfortable with all my friends, finding no need to explore

And now I wanna get away from life ('cause I'm so fucking bored)

Did you ever get the feeling your trying put out the sun

With nothing but a pink and plastic broken water gun

Yeah, trying to extinguish all the angst that I don't need inside

I wanna get away from life and do something before I die

Its so monotonous

The daily grind:

I get up, go to school or work instead

Maybe hang out with my friends, then bed

Time I spend has become frivolous

Writing songs that no one understands

But plenty will feel obliged to berate

So one day I went nuts

I don't remember exactly how it happened but now my mind doesn't like me

Seeking therapy never was the way for me

I've gotten dumped and bounced right back

The music was supposed to be a haven

Yeah, but now I wonder was it just a waste of time

I could institute my whole mind with vim and vigor seeking a future

When I figure it I'll create a flux capacitator and travel back in time

I wanna say goodbye

But my empty closet bookshelf mind finds it so hard to leave behind

--What I think I wanna do

--A guitar

--A case of rancid flu

--A burnt up photograph of you. (soon I will be leaving too)

It never made much sense to me to celebrate the rain

The odds are stacked against us

It may help but there's still pain

So as I sit in the cold and wet writing waiting for a sign

My eyes light up with a ray of hope

She'll never again get to be mine

I died inside when you did this to me

I died and I thought that you would help me

There's a fire inside when I say this to you

You're not mine anymore

(well it's funny how it all works out this time, isn't it you heartless bitch?

And don't think I really care if you give me a phone call anymore or even talk to me

Cause if you give me some meaningless obligatory pity based friendship

That doesn't really mean anything just like your life and mine

You're the only one who's gunna have regrets tomorrow in the fucking morning)

You lost your chance with selfishness

And it all comes back to the same problem

I am lonely, but don't want you

Someday you'll feel this too

Your problems I can't solve them

I'll be gone with a damp piece of paper reading your address

Maybe I'll write you someday

I thought I'd call but the mechanisms won't let me submit