Jun 30, 2005 00:35
I do this thing where I think I'm real sick
but I won't go to the doctor to find out about it
Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space
As they chart up your insides and put them on display
They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it
All the good that won't come out of me
and all the stupid lies I hide behind
It's such a big mistake
lying here in your warm embrace
Oh, you're almost home
I've been waiting for you to come in
Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again
I think I'll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in
the street
You say I choose sadness
that it never once has chosen me
Maybe you're right...
i'm janny