If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics   I would tell you that sometimes it’s easier to desire   and pursue the attention and admiration of 100 strangers   than it is to accept the love and loyalty   of those closest to me      And I would tell you that sometimes   I prefer to look at myself   through someone else’s eyes   Eyes that aren’t clouded with the tears of knowing   what an asshole I can be, as yours are.      If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics   I might be able to listen in silence to your concerns   rather than hearing everything as an accusation   or an indictment against me      I would tell you that sometimes   I use sex to avoid communication   it’s the best escape when we’re down on our luck   But I can express more emotions than laughter, anger, and let’s fuck      If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics   If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics   If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics   If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics      If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics   I would tell you that I pooped in my own dog dish   And sometimes I would rather face not eating   than face licking it clean   And admitting when I’m selfish   And I’d tell you that I’m suffering   from the worst type of loneliness   The loneliness of being misunderstood,   or more poignantly   the loneliness of being afraid   to allow myself to be understood      If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics   I would tell you that the personal revolution   is far more difficult   and is the first step in any revolution      If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics   If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics   If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics   If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics      I would tell you that music is the expression of emotion   And that politics is merely the decoy of perception.