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Unnecessary Hero (Song Lyric)

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Channeling Tim Bradstreet's comic book cover art style.
Channeling Tim Bradstreet’s comic book cover art style.

Have you ever swam out to save someone only to be dragged down with them? Ever stage an intervention, only to be cast as part of their addiction? Ever try to make yourself feel better by nursing someone else back to health? Did it make you sicker in the process?

Have you ever tried to help someone only to become part of their problem? Have you ever become the problem?

Than this song is for you.

Unnecessary Hero

Got tired of waiting
For your ship to dock
Chartered your hands and feet
And took off
Distracted mid stroke
You followed the wrong dolphin
Now you’re completely submerged
Now you’re caught in the current

Mistook my heart
For a floatation device
Threw caution to the wind
Like it was wedding rice
It skipped like a stone
Off the waves of your conflict
Put you under
When it hit you like a brick

Unnecessary hero
Getting in the way of firemen
Taking a bullet
That wasn’t aimed at anyone
No one called for back up
The suspects already in the cuffs
Get out of the ambulance
It’s crowded enough

“It’s better to have loved then lost”
Or some crock of shit
Free advice is worth
What you paid for it
Like a cold call from a help line
That wouldn’t let you be
Made your problem my problem
Until your problem was me
Won’t let you succumb, won’t let you submit
Not if I can fucking help it
Won’t let you break down into little bits
Not if I can fucking help it

Unnecessary hero
Getting in the way of firemen
Taking a bullet
That wasn’t aimed at anyone
No one called for back up
The suspects already in the cuffs
Get out of the ambulance
It’s crowded enough

There’s a big bright light
At the end of the tunnel
But can the blind lead the blind
Anywhere but a circle
I’d give you my hand
But I’m in the same quick sand
Treading water
Waiting for my ship to come in

4 thoughts on “Unnecessary Hero (Song Lyric)”

  1. raishimi33 – Freelance writer: articles on linguistics and eating disorders. Former Film Studies student. NES button masher, country walker. Loves cats and sushi. Interests include meteorology, criminology, UK/European politics, the EU, and archaic weaponry. Contact at Celenagaia33@gmail.com
    celenagaia33 says:

    “Made your problem my problem
    Until your problem was me”
    This resonated, in particular.

    Reply
    1. drewchial – When Drew Chial was very young, he found an attic hidden in his bedroom closet. He discovered it investigating an indentation in the ceiling, nudging it with a broom, until it fell inward. There was no stepladder for him to climb, so he scaled the shelves. Shining his flashlight, he found a long triangular hall, twice the length of his bedroom. Every surface was coated in pink insulation that made his skin itch. Creeping into the basement, Drew stole a sleeping bag that he unrolled on the attic floor. He set a tiny aluminum lock box on top of it. This is where he hid the things he wrote. Now Drew hides them in plain sight.
      drewchial says:

      Thank you kindly.

      Reply
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