#matthew j

My fourth song on Chris Janson’s album would not be heard on radio or tv until Sunday night.  Matthew J on WBFM 93.7, a country station in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, would play it without comment late in his Sunday night show.

Janson: In the grocery store we must dispose of food when it goes stale.

If I don’t someday I might just end up calling you bor bail,

‘Cause there are laws that say do this or you may go to jail.

So on batterles, boxes and cans you’ll see a date of expiration,

And the date you see on milk cartons don’t mean evaporation.

I could go on but you don’t need no further explanation.

Now honey our relationship

Was once a thrill, has been a trip,

But our love has gone cold of late

And reached its expiration date.

I’m not sure when but this tired, old relationship of ours

Has gotten lumpy like bottled milk the day that it sours.

So it’s time to pour it down the drain

Before we both go full insane.

You keep the kids.  You keep the house.

I’ll sneak out quiet as a mouse.

The grocery store is where I’ll be,

But send the message.  Don’t call me.

I can’t handle the putrid smell;

Don’t care if you tell me go to Hell;

Not sure about my future state,

But I won’t return your hate for hate.

We just reached our expiration date.

We reached our expiration date.

We reached the expiration date of love.

(Repeat chorus)

Now brother, when the time has come do not sit and wait.

Get out of your relationship.  Don’t long hesitate.

You don’t need a lot of reasons.  This simple one will do.

Just tell her, “goodbye honey, my life’s gone stale with you.

Our life was fresh, but now it’s sour.

I can not stay another hour.

Let’s not continue to debate.

We’re at our expiration date.

We’ve reached the expiration date of love.

Caroline: I’m about to take an L on all my finals.

Matthew J: Well, life starts with L so you might as well accept it.

Too many lames are sitting around here, waiting on the afterlife (if there is one). I don't doubt the existence of a 'life' beyond this world HOWEVER I do doubt any mentality which suppresses personal joy until one reaches that level. How is that righteous? How is that logical?