Caped in innocense
And strikingly still
He stood on the walk watching life
A magnet to eyes and judgement
But never to hearts
Intently studying his race
He never belonged
How do they know the way?

Lazily the thunder purs
Wealthy women draped in furs
The trumpet smooth and sky black
A heavy rain washes time back

The maniac is moving down Main.
An umbrella raised, but there's no rain.
The sun in distain, is laughing at his face.
He shades the pain, from the human race.

The maniac enters the store.
The shoppers stop, and drop to the floor.
They hear him sigh, and begin to cry.
What did he even go there for?

The maniac's at my window.
I hide inside, and pray he'll go.
He rattles on the pane, now there's a steady rain.
But I tell myself Hell No.

The maniac is in my head.
He entered while i dreamt in bed.
He'd found the hidden key, he entered quitely.
The maniac is in my head.

Oh I'm so tired of this dreadful waiting
Laying home in bed and *******
With nowhere else to know
And nobody else to know

What's really getting old is aging
With this envy inside me raging
As I wait to start something new
As I'm waiting to get over you

Oh these four walls expand forever
This is an unescapable endeavor
Oh you witch you must feel so clever
But your potion won't last forever

Will it?
...
This dreadful waiting

I'm losing my mind trying to understand yours.
You broke me up, and I said I'm sorry.
I drank a pint of your sweet sweet poison.
Oh I don't know what's going on in me.
What's going on in me?

If for some reason you want me again.
Look for me on the sole of your shoes.
You are the worst always to win.
I am the best always to lose.

She allowed the sun to kiss her ankles
But her face remained a privilage of the air
As her features illuminated in the sunlight
And the opulent gold shown through her hair

In the aftermath it was clear that her calculations had been correct
The forgiving wind massaged her skin and gave her the peace to reflect