Brave - Jonathan Coulton

Good things never last long when you

Come to expect them

The whole world is doing it wrong, and I

Can’t not correct them

Slack jawed

Sheeple with their eyes closed

As if I don’t already have

Enough to do, there’s too many of you

More than I can save

When I torch the place

And cover up my face

That will make me brave

That will make me brave

Heroes, we pay a high price there’s a

Girl who ignores me

Good guy, I used to be nice, now I

Hate 'til it bores me

Small time

Pitiful rebellions

I’m here

Puckered up, sucking on these

Sour grapes, filling in the shapes

Of shadows in my cave

When I torch the place

And cover up my face

That will make me brave

That will make me brave

You speak and presto change-o, great

Now I’m the bad one

Your manifesto’s strange, oh wait!

You don’t even HAVE one!

Sunlight, it’s kicking up dust as I

Stare down the morning

Who’s left?

There’s no one I trust, and I’m

Sure it’s a warning

Up late

Measuring the harm done

My heart

Hardening, counting up the

Lonely nights, and all the little slights

I’m taking to my grave

When I torch the place

And cover up my face

That will make me brave

That will make me brave