An adjustment has begun to let me feel the desperate need to leave what we undid undone.

May 21, 2005 17:09

Never said nothing with flowers, though we always talked for hours. And it seems to get much colder
when you cry on your own shoulder. But we know the show must go on, guess I know, I guess I'll throw on...some Jefferson airplane, I'm TRAPPED and I am ENCLOSED. But I won't complain I'll open all the windows.

And I'll go to undergo a surgery to PURGE me of this lonely mood. And my ego, the status quo, provides me with a DECENT attitude. And I'll go to undergo a change of HEART, a change of clothes. And when I'm home, I'll think I'll go eat cereal and stare out the window.

**Cause you confused me more then anyone, an adjustment has begun to let me feel the desperate need to leave what we undid undone.**

And maybe you could sympathize with the bags under my eyes and we'll see the signs are saying that we have used up all our tries.
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