promulgate my spoken justifications
misinterpreting the way of the world
don't force me

creating the shape of you
all along, you cry, you do
I'm in the few
right next to who?
aloud it sounds
you can't undo

another word from all their lips
another slip right off her hips
another dream I've yet to live
it's over. it's over with

missing a hand
missing a face
don't touch me, darling
I'll fall right back
with ease to you
I know I do
I'm in your view
the color blue
taking over you
lonely and sorry
I'm busy now
don't you worry
we'll figure out how.