Catch-22 (letter to steve)
Believe me tho I don’t tell the truth.
Tell all the gossips the daily news.
People fill me with disgust.
A smile, a handshake, it’s so fucked up.
Catch-22, a pure feedback loop
as I write this letter to you.
So much hate, so little time
to retreat out of this war.
There is hope tho I am not quite sure where it lies.
Catch-22, a pure feedback loop
as I write this letter in the sky.
Poor little girl told a big, fat lie
about how she would be with him to the end of time.
Saying what I mean is like bending bars.
I’ll tell you what you want to hear
and not touch the scar.
Feedback loop, it’s a pure Catch-22
as I light the sky on Fire.
Don’t’ wanna be known,
Don’t’ wanna be seen,
Fake my death in a magazine.
Feedback loop, it’s a pure Catch-22
as I dive in the pool.
Now I near the end.
Everybody needs a trustworthy friend.
I left mine back in a fog.
I don’t care what’s going on.
Catch-22.

(written September 11th, 2001)
(this recording was made July 9th,2015)