You've caught me in a strange mood,
with some energy,
but no food,
and I've got all these things I want to share
Please just try to hear me.
I'm skeptical, but dearly
long for the strength of her faith
like it's air

She once told me that my path
is guided by mishaps
that I commit every time
I want to sleep
"When you're craving some shut eye
but settle for some cheap wine
God laughs as
his tricks make you weep"

That's what she told me
and no philosophy holds me
like her words which shouldn't ring that true
How can she know that
God's a grinning Cheshire cat,
with endless wisdom
that's never really on cue?

I'm standing on the brink
of finding the link
where my mind and my body should meet,
And I inch ever closer
to the answer that I know
will not put any part of me at ease.

With his endless arrows
Cupid amuses his narrow
mind, He's having his
fun shooting blind.
Every bad romance
just gives him one more chance
to laugh when he forgets he can fly

Lost in her freedom
she knows she doesn't need him
she just tells herself "we're both being used"
And that is enough to repeat all the stuff
that got her feeling empty,
misplaced,
and confused

So I have fun in my way
with this old tragic play
that we convince ourselves has gotta be real...
Hiding from emptiness
I look to be tempted with
anything that has a nice feel..

My thoughts gather in whirlpools
in a sea of these new rules
and I wonder If I'll ever catch up.
Yet they flow ever quicker
when there's a reason to snicker
and I cannot deny they're
quite possibly corrupt.

And I know I'm just another one
Trying to have some fun
Thinking that my smoke belongs in the air
But I could easily forget this
and then there'd be no witness
to what seemed like
the Truth on a tear...