Oh stranger, it's nice to meet you but can you reconcile my mind? Please. I'm tired of grasping empty hands that are not mine to find Squeeze. I know you wanted a friendly chat something light to pass the time but if you could help me forgive myself I think I'll be doing just fine. [Leaves]
I'll sit and talk to the bar stools Made of harder stuff than the sticks and mud of my soul Well that's just tough. Sneeze. And hope the desperation To be something else flies out before I try to be someone else again.
I stand up on the seat swaying Shout ------ That I just want anything here to understand me and grow and watch me check in with me find the time to care enough to want to know what I'm doing on Saturday days. -
- I can't make connections with anything it's all alien to me. [Another man walks in] Oh stranger, it's nice to meet you but can you reconcile my mind?