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And you can tell that maybe time is out of joy my love

So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment

Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug

Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the face of fact

Blackboard formula waits by the next class

with the outlines still intact, and I see it

And I'm still not sure of the meaning

But I'll say it, write it down, and read it for you



No protective leathery flesh of emotional chain-mail

(No running shoes) no running, no locking doors, no anger

(No e-mail) no voicemail communicational strangulation

Or distortion of purity sentiment

No fantasy of reconciliation or delusion of no revenge

(No bullshit) no culture hidden agendas, no preaching

(No pedestal) no standing on the pulpit, no ego, no new speaker freakish lingo

(Here I go...)

I haven't loved many people

I grew up afraid that I was crazy

And one time when I was deep inside your body you purred

And I was sure that you were gonna have my baby

And you can tell that maybe time is out of joy my love

So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment

Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug

And you can tell that maybe time is out of joy my love

So this is maybe just a SOS, shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment

Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug

I used to be in love...



Everything you said I took it all to heart

And you spurred a change in me

Before I could become a new sun I had to fall apart

And I can see that now

And I wish you well

Cause you saw what was good in me

And I'll be god damned if I didn't see that myself

And everything you are

I know you got to cry

Before I could become a man I had to lose my mind had to lose my mind

And I see that now

And I wish you well

Cause I see what's good in you

And I'll be god damned if you can’t see that yourself