Matt Nathanson Vandalized Lyrics

Well, it’s late at night.

There’s nobody around.

Just the sounds of the cars

Upon the asphalt ground.

It’s the waiting time,

When the hours grow still.

I gaze on through the glass

Inside my windowsill.

Though I know that you must be

Somewhere in this world,

In this place where, at birth,

You and I were both hurled,

To think that we once were relating

Is a thing that has almost grown foreign to me.

It’s a bad sight,

Such a terrible waste,

To spend your time talking

In such bad taste.

It’s the same old line,

Though it’s not you I blame.

It’s your teachers and television

That you put to shame.

The night’s lasting longer

Because I’ve filled my head

With the things I could have done

And the words I could have said.

But, in truth, I was only spectating

And that’s a permanent part of reality.

So many rude lines,

So many petty crimes

And you don’t feel a need

To apologize.

Tonight is the time

That you stick in my mind,

But from now on I won’t become

Vandalized.

Now the room’s started filling

With the dawn’s early light

And the end has arrived

Of this long night.

I turn off the television

And I hit the bed

While your shade is still haunting

My ever-vulnerable head.

And there’s no use

In trying to compromise

When the kindest things we say

But it’s time I should quit my complaining

And behave with a little more dignity.

So many rude lines,

So many petty crimes

And you don’t feel a need

To apologize.

Tonight is the time

That you stick in my mind,

But from now on I won’t become

Vandalized.