making a door less open bot

no reflection swearing all i see is you oh, compassion is transforming me into

i'm trading in my mind or breaking my deadlines this time, i'll try to get it right

he said i’d like to do this for a living but i don’t know how wild, uncommercial sleeping on a leash

change your mind night to night change your mind change my mind did you change your mind?

there was a predestined set of symbols ticking into place a prom queen crowned in the background stepping out of frame a pair of hands took me to your face your eyes held me

it's from a place you can barely imagine far from the crowd and the ambulances at my best, i have almost been there let me pretend that i know the way there

how could they treat you like a forgotten card? “dear dad” “i’m sorry” “thank you very much” what difference does it make when they throw you away? is anybody ever gonna hear what you had to say?

i feel it break i feel the waves of anger pain and sorrow breaking over me the flags are raised we part with no goodbyes and no tomorrows this is destiny

one thought turned into many my resistance is crushed i'm just here to buy some tangerines and maybe grapes without seeds

he said i’d like to do this for a living but i don’t know how wild, uncommercial sleeping on a leash

you got a face that you think will last as long as the sphinx but the poster's painted over in a week if it stinks

i saw you on the magazine cover with your blue-white eyes read it from cover to cover looking for you

you were playing your music but you got drowned out you go back to the old house but you've been locked out

one thought turned into many my resistance is crushed i'm just here to buy some tangerines and maybe grapes without seeds

and when i'm high on things that bug me the morning news and instant coffee i'll forget, and forget, and remember forget, i will never forget the way you made me feel

are my earbuds on the fritz? there's a hiss on the bus and it goes round

he looks like you but he's not and he's in your seat he's copying your style but he doesn't know the first thing

here are words but they all taste like shit and none of them make sense and none of them sit, sit still i don't even know if it'll be a single i got no idea how it'll play on vinyl

i turn the page each pen mark leaves a trace stars turn in place i still can see your face

i hear women in my head with ordinary names that ring like magic through some malfunction in my brain