Friday comes with little warning Saturday is close behind Then you sleep in Sunday morning Monday back out on the line Bitter friends go passing
I was wearing blinders to stave off the reminders Of your image Never contemplating the incinerating Of my image The rites of spring had no meaning
Well I've felt worse and I have felt better than this I've made a pacifier Out of my fist Well I don't care when bones are bare The mind can't interfere
Here we are--only been a couple of years Maybe longer Yes it's true--I'm no good at being the strong man You're stronger But I think--maybe you should
"Don't break your back for me," she said Without hesitation All these things we don't need, and Two saved up vacations Well don't you recall mornings
Treat me casual, watch me as you'll see I'm not too sure I understand the tactful planning That I must endure But you call me immature because I'm too
Paint me lifeless grey For I have lost a friend today To desprate selfishness And so I will regress To something more disturbing Than all my words can
I've spent half of my life in this god awful place And I dare say I've only grown older I've had all I can take with patience and kindness I can't wait
If you rely on what your senses tell you You'll be let down, 'cause Sometimes they deceive you I sensed that you cared about me But it was hallucinatory
In the rites of passage I did partake But to say that I'm responsible would be a mistake What do I have to do To prove myself to you In a manner of speaking
I understand sometimes What you go through Is just too much to handle For a person like you Seems that whatever you take is way too much That whatever