The people know from one little teardrop can a mighty river flow.

i've had the same question for days,
and i most definitely am not gonna ask you
this was always about myself
you're gonna scream you never knew
but the only thing worse than not knowing
is you thinking that i don't know.

maybe,
loving you was a reflex
and you never broke me
it always took just a second
for me to crumble down in your hands.

maybe it was never your hands after all.

buzz, buzz, buzz
did i ever love you
or were you an escape?
did i ever love you
or were your name just drops of ink
i needed to fill this crumpled journal.

tremble, tremble
love is a word stuck in my throat
and your name is sitting on top of my lungs

three and a half minutes are never enough
duration of frustrated screams
i can't believe you didn't know
about truth slipping between my lips

crumple, crumple
love is a word that's only written
and your name is the title of my journal

flawed to near insanity
but long as you could hold down a job then its alright
isn't that a wise policy she asked
i'm not so sure
watching the clowns strut their stuff
in the midnight sun
they are reckless to be certain but self aware to a fault
just makes it all the more bizarre
watch em go at it with each other over the simplest thing
its no way to live
you can vouch for the living as long as you haven't died
and this madness is just shy of being in a pine box
so darling lets get outa this crazy place
get away from the thinking
that you gotta be like everybody else
get away from the plastic hippie rat-race
roll down the easy highway
find us some sweet sunshine to breath in
find us a better life to be

And as I mixed the colours,
Blending each of their hues,
I realised that not a single shade,
Could paint the mind belonging to you.

its funny how
desperately
you wanted to
take my heart
away from me
and now you're
just throwing
it away like
your old cds