Is It Wicked Not to Care?-Belle and Sebastian
Is it wicked not to care when
they say that you're mistaken
Thinking hopes and lots
of dreams that aren't there?
Is it wicked not to care when
you've wasted many hours
Talking endlessly to
anyone that's there?
I know the truth awaits me
But still I hesitate
because of fear
Skipping tickets
making rhymes
Is that all that
you believe in?
Wearing rags to make
you pretty by design
Rusting armour for effect
It's not fun to watch
the rust grow
For it will all be over
when you're dead
Counting acts and
clutching thoughts
By the river where
the moss grows
Over rocks the water
running all the time
Is it wicked when you smile
Even though you feel
like crying
Even though you could
be sick at any time?
But if there was a sequel
Would you love me
as an equal?
Would you love me
until I'm dead?
If there was a sequel
Would you love me
like an equal?
Would you love me
until I'm dead?
And if there was a sequel
Would you love me
as an equal?
Would you love me
until I'm dead
Or is there someone
else instead?