Pardon Me - Incubus
Pardon Me - Incubus
A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory,
An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.
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So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I’ve had enough of this world and it’s people’s mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me… I’ll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, “I can relate,” cause lately I’ve been thinking of combustion
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D…
And thinking so much differently.