If I had it figured out
I'd help you with your own answer

She says he's Siamese
I swear to god I've seen him read
The newspaper that layers his floor
It tells him the enemy and let's him know the saviour
He's learning humanities faults and failures
I can hear the cats talking loudly late at night in there native tongue
Debating if this is the place to be
There only evidence is the propaganda forced into where they sleep

Being with you is a dream leading to a nightmare
Everytime you have to leave
I don't know if it's getting easier or harder

The space imbetween when we're cuddling tightly
Is far too much
How do you think the distance effects us?

Everytime I picked up a pen I felt progress
And everytime it touched paper the weight of my world had been lifted
Always drawn back to the top of my snare drum
Where I wrote most of my art
Resting on a A4 note pad, trying to figure out the best way to express both my head and my heart
They've always been so far apart
Tuned to different frequencies
But I'll try my best to broadcast both parts

Marching in rhythm to corporate rhyme
Waiting in lines
While the fire inside is dowsed
Burning holes in your pockets right in front of your eyes
Brainwashed by punk
That's got the wrong name on the packet
Companies making money off rage they've tamed
Worshiping a group who haven't been the same since they tasted fame  
I hope it's as sweet as being spoon fed
Scared to take a risk
Because that doesn't sell

I spoke until my throat was sore
Because the list of things I adored about you contained far too many Rs and Ls
My lisp stopped the smooth delivery I'd pictured in my head
Now choking in fear
The stumble shook my confidence  
Like a school boy giving a presentation in front of class
I waited patiently to be graded
Hoping your response was the one I wanted
I didn't want to get into a prestigious school
I just wanted to be with some one has prestigious as you