a friend of yours, was it by chance you were looking at me You should go away And take your judgment with you because you decide for you, and I decide for me
No more I don't need a job and I don't need no friends People bore me to the end I wish that I were dead All this stench that fills the air reminds me
on the streets, it's in the news, it makes me sick, it looks like you Everywhere I look and everything I see reminds me of the things you try to do to me
to a friend of yours, was it by chance you were looking at me You should go away And take your judgment with you because you decide for you, and I decide for me
s on the streets, it's in the news, it makes me sick, it looks like you Everywhere I look and everything I see reminds me of the things you try to do to me
seemed: a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn't what it used to be). I must admist I was charmed by your advances: your advantage left me helplessly
: we spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets. idle now: I rearrange the furniture as you sleep. it's so appropriate: the way we amplify
into the ground. all static, no noise: turn the radio down. those bandwidth signals can't reach this far. don't go holding out on me now (i thought that
: this won't be the last you'll hear from me: it's just the start. I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me. I will hold a candle up
: you'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name. and all these places we went to see sights just gave them excuses
hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting. you keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew. misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me
: synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin. I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date. the figures in plastic on the
: I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you, 'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck. I'd squeeze a heart
: last night I dreamt that I was you. I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude. such a pose I could simply not hold through days in
: what ghosts exist behind these attic walls? there's got to be a simpler explanation, 'cause I scrimped and I saved just to find that they've been splicing
: I wonder how many times you've been had And I wonder how many plans have gone bad I wonder how many times you had sex And I wonder do you know who'
won and wished me away I was left behind I had to look up and find them again All I found was my lies They deserted my life Hit me hard, turned cold
