When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man. I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a can. In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone.
What's in your life, dear Stephanie. What's in your life for me. Aches and pains they cloud your sight. But tired you did you said you did. . What can I say, dear Stephanie.
Sometimes, I feel so lonely. My comedown I'm scared to face. I've pierced my skin again, Lord. No one cares. For me.... . My soul belongs to the dealer.
A thought in my head, I think. Of something to do. Expressions tell everything. I see one on you. . Whoa-oh-oh-oh, my love she comes in colors. You can tell her from the clothes she wears.
Yeah. . When I was a boy. I thought that someday I would be a man. I'd sit beside the fireplace. Pretending I was in a can. . Go inside my room. And put my mind in an ice cream cone.
A thought in my head, I think of, of something to do. Expressions tell everything, I see one on you. When I was invisible, I needed no light. You saw right through me, you said, was I out of sight?.