I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rinds......

But the lack there of,
would leave me empty inside.....

Swallow my doubt,
turn it inside out.....

Find nothing,
but faith in nothing.....

Want to put my tender,
heart in a blender.....

Watch it spin around,
to a beautiful oblivion.....

I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet,
chalk white and oh so frail......

I see our time has gotten stale.....
The tick tock of the clock is painful....

All sane and logical,
I want to tear it off the wall......

I hear words and clips and phrases....
I think sick like ginger ale....

My my thoughts are now only stale.....
My stomach turns and I exhale....

So Cal is where my mind states.....
But it's not my state of mind....

I'm not as ugly, sad as you....
Or am I origami, folded up and just pretend....

Demented as the motives in your head....
Your feelings show no emotions.....

I alone am the one you don't know.....
You need take heed, feed your ego....

Make me blind when your eyes close....
Sink when you get close, tie me to the bedpost....

I alone am the one you don't know....
You need, you don't know you need me....

Rendezvous then I'm through,
now I'm through with you......