Besides/Anymore
A tin-toned Morrissey
Translated through the monitor,
Knows so much about
These things I thought
I knew so much about
I thought I could sing
About them too, to you
To anyone who’d listen
But I finally started listening
I realized I knew nothing, really,
Then I had to stop singing
About them and eventually
I stopped singing about everything
Besides
I knew you weren’t listening
Anymore
{i miss paper letters} 