so i stopped talking about the revolution
                    because there didn't seem to be anything i could do and
                    there was a show on tv i wanted to watch
        i'll revolt next week, i decided
                    when there was a cute shirt i wanted to wear
                    no one wanted to hear about the the revolution
                    when it was cold outside and the home fires are burning
                                 so i stopped talking about the revolution
                    because i had a crush on a boy
                    and a cigarette was revolution enough for
                    this little moment
                    i wasn't sure what i was mad about
                    and i didn't have a car
                    i was exhausted
                    (sleep first, revolution later)
                                               so I stopped talking about the revolution
                    because i couldn't pay rent
                    and nothing moves
                    the bread got moldy
                                                          and monotony was a mountain
                                                                     between me and the end of the rainbow
                                                                               and smallness was a cloud
                                                                                            between me and enormous sunshine
so i stopped talking about the revolution
                    because i'm waiting for someone else to bring it up