"Bloodletter"

Every incident is catalogued and stored with the rest
In the basement of the bungalow that's deep in my chest
I've been letting all these leeches take a piece of my heart
Now my blood has come to boil so I'll let it all out

I've been crucified forever; all tied up with some string
Hung on a pole to scare some crows but there's none to be seen
I'm told that it's too cold but they'll be back in the Spring
They found it better in the meadow where the kids wear skinny jeans

Well I could write songs about drugs and New Orleans
Piss off my girlfriend, steal all her blue jeans
Sing about the river, yeah I'd put on a show
But you'll never live forever if your life is a joke

This song is all just a bloodletter
This song is all just a bloodletter
They said if I let it all out I would feel better
Yeah, this song is all just a bloodletter

I keep my eye on the prize, yeah I keep wanting to hate her
And I keep trying to keep writing to the lowest denominator
I don't know if you can see that all these feelings are fake
But they are, and all this pretending is just too much to take

Maybe I should write some lines that just don't make any sense
Because I'm sick of singing songs about love in the past tense
And I know that if I try that I could compare
All the problems of a poet with the life of a bear

We are all stray bears...
We wonder and we wonder and search for something we can share
It could be good news or the horrible truth, I don't care
Because we are all stray bears

Jeremiah Matthews 2011