If there's a human contact or touch
That's how it will go...

"I am hollow inside
I meet you on the network
I feed you some lies
I force you to swallow
I let you know - we're taking it slow
& when I get bored - I ask you to go
As if nothing happened”

Only if you try to see
It is as simple as it is
You are my temporary distraction
You can't fill in the vacancy
& your greatest flaw, oh Elliot?
It's just that you are beautiful
& I don't know - who I am anymore

"Everyone is an idiot
Everyone is so cool
My dear Elliot, what did you do?
Don't you see, they're all struggling
But they hide it better than you
My beautiful Elliot, what did you do?"

There are so many people
but who wants to talk?
When I'm confused I go on long walks to nowhere, I get lost in alleys
& when the night wraps it's starry
Blanket around me - I cease to feel
What is so beautiful that I cannot see
As if somebody stole all the stars from my eyes and
Replaced them with buttons
you & me - I cannot see

You're such a pain in the ***
But everybody loves - you - don't understand
You thankless *******
You'll never see
Why do you want to be free?
Is all this love smothering you?
Ah, great expectations!
Wes, every time I look into your eyes
I know what failure looks like
Maybe it's my own reflection
It is a mirror
When you wanna cry me a river
These days you won't
You hold it in
I say - don't!
If you won't let it out
Someday this flood will drown you
But will you listen? Oh no.
(Oh, no no no no no)
He'll answer all our prayers
He's omnipresent
Ah, great expectations
Lemme show you religion
It might help
If no, at least you will know
That they are pretending
But will you listen? Oh no.
(oh, no no no no no)
There is nothing you don't know!

There's a blood stain on the wall
Where he punched so hard
To find a release, he don't wanna talk
Where has he gone running?
It's 10 past 11 and he isn't back
Should I call mom?
Should I call ma?

Ah, this **** fluctuation
I’m sorry I can’t  
I can’t write an empowering anthem
My voice is weak
It seems so inadequate  
To mourn in front of strangers
But I’m getting good at it
& God is getting stranger
When I was thirteen
I suppose I was dumb
I thought that I could be  
The mightiest of all
Now I am numb
(I must have been so ******* dumb!)
Planning, planning, planning
& writing it all down in my little black book
I’ll be seventeen tomorrow  
Can you imagine?
Five years of dragging my desperate self
Just to tell myself -
I think you’re dying
(no, you’re not!)
You keep on trying, to push the wall
(Baby, keep on kicking, keep on kicking till it falls)
It doesn’t move, it doesn’t move at all