i forgot i was loving you disappeared
for an hour or two. and i cam to on a
cold wood floor and didn't feel so good
anymore. now we clasp our hands and
we make demands at the clouds (are
saying "what's wrong with you now?")
though we had big plans, now alone
we stand in the crowd and the're not
even laughing out lod; they don't care.
i'll shut my eyes and let TV whisper
laugh and talk to me, and i'll curl up
tight inside my head, killing time until
the whole day's dead. and i'll clasp my
hands and i'll make demands at the
clouds (are asking "what's wrong with
hime now?") thoug i had big plans
now alone i stand in the crowd and
they're not even laughing out loud; they
don't care got, cake that sound way.
if you've got something to say, say it
now. it's fake and i need you not to be
fake, and i don't care how you make me
feel, just so you're real. onece i say my
face in a bathroom mirror, and i didn't
know that i way
here, but i knew my eyes and i knew
my hands; i knew got would now listen
to all my demands. and the clouns
opened up and got interrupted the
earth (stopped drying and stopped
giving birth). and when i came to on a
cold wood floor, i didn't feel so good
anymore. and though all that sure love and all those
sweet words i'd forgotten
i'd felt and forgotten i'd heard - and
what once was clear is now so blurred
and smeared-your love felt more pure
once you voice disappeared