The months go by. I don't think of you. The signal is frail. An imprint of what you do. . So I turn up the sound. And you are nowhere. I have learnt this to my cost.
I'll put you down as the third alternative. When you get to the bottom of the list. In the call for sanity, nothing breathes. So I'll put you up as a friend of Mary's.
I've forgotten how to write. And I'm giving up on speech. I can't remember how I look. Or the day of the week. . Your love is a distant memory. Along with most of my family.
It doesn't matter. No one's bothered. If you do it. With one another. . You only call when I'm alone. Dog bone, dog bone, dog bone. Act like a dog without a home.
Suck my time, my energy. You can be the enemy. . Cotton candy liberty. Cotton candy liberty. . You're in charge of all you see. But it isn't me that has to believe.
When I sat down on the bed next to you. You started to cry. I said, maybe if I leave, you'll want me. To come back home. Or maybe all you mean, is leave me alone.
It's nice to know, nice to know. Exactly where you're going. It's nice to know, nice to know. Exactly where you're going. . I'm sorry for these bitter words.