There's just a void nothing could ever fill As you sing that coloratura lonelysome Before all the parliaments I'd built up on my mind Take a judgment on you.
I'm not surprised, When it comes back again, Parhaps stronger And more demanding than it's been,
I'm always just sorta sitting here Measuring all the possible ways To get my life in shape But not taking the road to any of 'em
And I'm always just sorta wishing That you would come, Make a move first. Those half-baked ideas I've got in my head Before I try to share, They just go away.
Everything we do is to lie I feel like it the whole time Cause there's a side to me That I just don't feel secure enough to share So I just keep on lying To get me through another day.