Hey you, yeah you;
Playing with my hope for truth . . .
You always know just what
to say
to make me lose my confidence
it's here and then it's gone again
maybe it's better off this way ?
with pathetic me, just pathetically
singing myself sick.
I'm the tempo to your
heart beat and you're the knife stuck in my back. Maybe get your spine to make its entrance;
I'm the rhythm to your taping feet and the melody behind your
teeth.