Sitting in the corners Of restaurants Looking over my back In grocery stores Leaving my door cracked In my bedroom Expecting you to appear And wound me again
I doth not knoweth What m're I couldst sayeth To changeth our loveth Thy tears Mine own blood We has't both poured M're than enow To filleth cups ov'r Thy eyes Mine own lips Has't spoken enow To filleth books ov'r
Trying to figure out Who I am Is like Trying to combine Bits and pieces Of shredded papers Sound bites that Don't go together Videos that Don't look like me Or at least Who I thought I was?