Laying in my bed I open my eyes
Chemicals come through I need to decide
Every strand of light carves me like a stick
Easy to forget I’m a hypocrite
Sharpening your knives muscle oil and stone
Pretending to prepare knowing that you won’t
Caught up like a leaf a train that hugs that its rails
Heading on your course knowing that you’ll bail
And all I can do is wait here for you to decide
Reaching for a hand telepathic thoughts
You were left alone spoiled and unwashed
Wanting to relate caught between two stools
Stretched out in the cold naked and confused
Every passing sound reminds me of this choice
Scattering like stones floating in a void
Sentenced tried and sprung scrupulously scrubbed
No one knows your wish wanting to be loved
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