There's some stuff on my shoe, that's got nothing to do. With the places you think that I've been. And the stuff on my breath, isn't some kiss of death.
I'm all freaked out, I'm all tweaked out. I'm being chased by insects. And I wanna eat my cigarettes. . I can't hang out, I'm all strung out. And I've got to grab me by the throat.
I hope I'm born a thousand times. It will give me more time to speak my mind. And I hope I travel everywhere. And that everyone leads me to somewhere.
Am I speaking Japanese?. I told you 20 times a week. But you still don't get it. . It doesn't mean that I'm not sad. But I know what we had went bad. And you still, you don't get it.
And even my head, playing it's part. It's not time, we can't get away with it. Even my heart, playing my head holding time. Just to get away with it. .
And the picture I left. Doesn't speak too highly of me. Now I leave with few regrets. Well, I'm not supposed to be. Leaving, trying, deceiving and lying.
Coffee shop, taxi cabs. Newsstand and the subway station. Cigarettes, elevator stalls between the floors. And I'm listening to the cell phones. Beep in time, tugging at the corners of my mind.
I got myself to blame for this. Got myself to blame for my difficult days. And my typical ways but you. You know how to let things slide. I'm all perfect in your eyes.
One touch intense as pain on my lips. You laid it bold, I am told of you. You show me, I want you. So take me. . You make me sweat. My body weeps for you.
You look at me. I can see. You through. What you do to me?. . Aching for you to stop. Yearning for all that you've got. . Don't you break on me. I need you to stay.
Lose me, do you see me?. Round and round once more. I do adore you. . Are you beneath me? I see you. Release me, pain's a bore. But you live inside me.