This song kinda popped into my head while I was in Kansas. I imagine it sung by a female with an acoutstic guitar and perhaps light/jazz drums. Very indy, very sad, the song when sung should sound as sad as the lyrics.

We laugh at other's misfortunes
We laugh at everything
But our laughter is the tears of torture
Trying to hide our broken wings

And we go to work on Sunday
Cuz it's all we've ever known
But it's the diligence of the dying
As we watch our cold world burn

So give me back my generation
Give us back our hopes and dreams
Give me back my generation
You should have taught our hearts to sing

We live in a world that's broken
You say you gave all you could give
We don't blame your distraction
Just tell us how we can live

Our songs scream out our sorrow
You roll your eyes and grin
We can't tell you that we're not joking
And we're bleeding because of your sin

So give me back my generation
Give us back our bodies and minds
Give me back my generation
On our own, some hope we might find

We don't know how to be lovers
We can barely even be friends
We're not blind to our destined ending
And it makes some of us never begin

Give me back my generation
Give us back our chance at life
Give me back my generation
So we can try and finish your strife

Give me back my generation
Won't you give it back
Please give it back
Begging give it back
Give it back
Give it back
We need it back
I need it back so ba(hold note)dly

We laugh at other's misfortune
We laugh at everything
We're a tribe of faceless people
Listen to our fading scream

Tags: not a songwriter
Current Mood: Torn