rut to revelation
oh great, here i go again. i'm stuck in this rut, and i'm not sure how to begin; should i tell you everything? i'm feeling out of luck, so i won't see you soon because i know it's too soon for you to see me. if it's the last thing you do, just tell me that it's okay for me to have these feelings for you, and it's normal to want to call you. oh, i'm dialing the phone, letting it ring for hours, pretending to hear your voice. why does my heart always beat before yours does? after a while you can make yourself believe in almost anything, so i'm making myself believe in you.
my gut is burning. won't you find me some water? hey, just forget it. can you bring me gasoline? collect a couple forks, hold them three feet apart, wait for lightening to strike to burn me up because i don't think that i have got the stomach to stomach calling you today. my head is swirling, it's been carried off in the sky, and where it lands is where it lands! i guess that i will get another head then get on with my life and leave you somewhere beneath the waves of time. and i'll wear glass shoes and plastic wrap. no! i'll just wrap my insides. you want to know who i really am? yeah so do i because i don't think that i have got the stomach to stomach calling you today. right now i am turning off the lights because i don't think that i have got the stomach to stomach calling you today.
and now i finally see that the further we go, we're only treading ground that we already know. i could write you a song, send you a note or empty out your trash. and buy a bucket full of diamonds but even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust and fade away; it's certain tragedy. so it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it; the empty space between me and the sunken walls. feeling someone's hand around my neck chokcing away the life that i have left. and i can finally see that the further i go, i'm only treading ground that i dont want to know. i'll probably hang upside-down from wooden rafters in my home and look at old photos of you. so it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it; the empty space between me and the sunken walls. feelings someone's hand around my neck choking away the life that i have left. i miss the warmth of the summer when we were on our own, but now it's winter and my bones are cold. and now i finally see that the further we go, we're only treading ground that we already know. i could write you a song, send you a note or empty out your trash. and buy a bucket full of diamonds, but even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust and fade away; it's certain tragedy.
and now i finally see that the further i go, music is all i have left. well, i can't get over this, but i will try because i know it's too soon for you to see me. called my mom last night, she said, "sweety, you don't need someone who's more fleeting than fall."
my gut is burning. won't you find me some water? hey, just forget it. can you bring me gasoline? collect a couple forks, hold them three feet apart, wait for lightening to strike to burn me up because i don't think that i have got the stomach to stomach calling you today. my head is swirling, it's been carried off in the sky, and where it lands is where it lands! i guess that i will get another head then get on with my life and leave you somewhere beneath the waves of time. and i'll wear glass shoes and plastic wrap. no! i'll just wrap my insides. you want to know who i really am? yeah so do i because i don't think that i have got the stomach to stomach calling you today. right now i am turning off the lights because i don't think that i have got the stomach to stomach calling you today.
and now i finally see that the further we go, we're only treading ground that we already know. i could write you a song, send you a note or empty out your trash. and buy a bucket full of diamonds but even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust and fade away; it's certain tragedy. so it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it; the empty space between me and the sunken walls. feeling someone's hand around my neck chokcing away the life that i have left. and i can finally see that the further i go, i'm only treading ground that i dont want to know. i'll probably hang upside-down from wooden rafters in my home and look at old photos of you. so it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it; the empty space between me and the sunken walls. feelings someone's hand around my neck choking away the life that i have left. i miss the warmth of the summer when we were on our own, but now it's winter and my bones are cold. and now i finally see that the further we go, we're only treading ground that we already know. i could write you a song, send you a note or empty out your trash. and buy a bucket full of diamonds, but even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust and fade away; it's certain tragedy.
and now i finally see that the further i go, music is all i have left. well, i can't get over this, but i will try because i know it's too soon for you to see me. called my mom last night, she said, "sweety, you don't need someone who's more fleeting than fall."