would not come

if i make a lot of tinsel then people will want to
if i am hardened no fear of further abandonment
if i am famous then maybe i'll feel good in this skin
if i am cultured my words will somehow garner respect

i would throw a party still it would not come
i would bike, run, swim and still it would not come
i'd go travelling and still it would not come
i would starve myself and still it would not come

if i am masculine i'll be taken more seriously
if i take a break it would make me irresponsible
if i'm elusive i will surely be sought after often
if i need assistance then i must be incapable

i'd be filthy rich and still it would not come
i would seduce them and still it would not come
i would drink vodka and still it would not come
i'd have an orgasm still it would not come

if i accumulate knowledge i'll be impenetrable
if i am aloof no one will know when they strike a nerve
if i keep my mouth shut the boat will not have to be rocked
if i am vulnerable i will be trampled upon

i would go shopping and still it would not come
i'd leave the country and still it would not come
i would scream and rebel still it would not come
i would stuff my face and still it would not come

(...)
i'd be the hero and still i would not come
i'd renunciate and still it would not come.

eu ando ouvindo muito o supposed former infatuation junkie, desde que essa música foi "a da semana", lá no site.
até inventei de gravá-la e revertê-la (tocar ao contrário, pra ouvir a mensagem do diabo ou pra ver se acredito no contrário desses predicamentos).