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.