Apparently the love of me is enough to put a girl to sleep Or so I hear when I check in to see what kind of shape she's in December 2003 waiting and
to begin I feel like I'm on the outside Looking into this people-shaped blur Writhing in this social stapler It spits them out Punching them through each other
I wake up And I'm next to you And it's all I can do To stay still as if I'm glued To these sheets of ours That we stain with our love And the cruel idea
I just don't know anymore I remember I first met you You got off and you blew me away I tried to move to be close in your wake But your floor came up
And she's practicing her sarcasm Almost every single day It's enough to make her break down These days She likes to paint windows She thinks they're waking Rothko
