Little Crimes by Jason Pilling

First i let you rattle my cage
Then again, I’m lying here awake
Silent scolding
Wasted on the ceiling
Slowly I lose another day

You’re in
The shame’s on me
I let you under my skin

I asked you not to be, such a great big "D"
Not that word, I said it politely
That’s when you told me, to mind my own "B"
In a storm of profanity

I predicted that’s how that it would go
So actually, I didn’t say a thing
I’ve got this fantasy scripted validation
That no one will ever read
Just a half-life bad memory
Slowly circling the drain

I asked you not to be…

Now I know that they will not lock you up
These little crimes, they are not enough
The cops will let you run amok, they’ll let you run amok
So all that saying nice, or not at all
I’ll say something ‘bout everyone else
and I’ll leave you out, I’ll leave you out

I asked you not to be, such a great big "D"
Not that word, I said it politely
That’s when you told me, you were so sorry
Only in my dreams

• Folk
• indie folk
• lyrics
• saxophone
• singer-songwriter
• Toronto