Now and again it seems worse than it is,
but mostly the view is accurate.
You see your breath in the air as you'll climb up the stairs
to that coffin you call your apartment.
And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair
and drink the cold away,
and you're not really sure what you're doing this for,
but you need something to fill up the days.
A few more hours.
There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away.
It's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago.
And I'm standing on a bridge in the town where I lived
as a kid with my mom and my brothers.
And then the bridge disappears and I'm standing on air
with nothing holding me.
And I hand like a star, ******* glow in the dark
for all those starving eyes to see,
like the ones we've wished on.
But now I'm confused. Is this death really you,
and do these dreams have any meaning?
No. No, I think it's more like a ghost that's been following us both.
Something vague that we're not seeing.
Something more like a feeling.

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes,
looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you?
Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched?
And does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?

Does he lay awake listening to your breath,
worried you smoke too many cigarettes?
Is he coughing now on the bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more
you won't ever see but must hold inside yourself eternally.

Well I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death
In every city memories would whisper, "and here is where you rest."
I was determined in Chicago, but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine,
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine;
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine"

And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw her father gave to her
She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
And in a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun bruised field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed
And it rose like thunder clapped under our hands
and it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote,
"You make me happy, oh! when skies are gray,
You make me happy, oh! when skies are gray are gray are gray."

Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with hands
stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep for those dying days
For all the ones that left, there are a few that stayed
and they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.

Here is a scale. Weight it out and you'll find, easily,
more than sufficient doubt that these colors you see
were picked in advance by some careful hand
with an absolute concept of beauty.

They are smeared and theses blurs come in random order
and they color the eyes of your former lovers
Hers were green like July,
except when she cried they were red.

Now I know a disease that these doctors can't treat
You contract on a day you accept all you see
is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be;
a reflection of something we're missing.

And a language just happened; it was never planned
and it's inadequate to describe where I am
in the room of my house where the light's never been
waiting for this day to end.

And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
everything that we hate or adore.
Once a page of a calendar is turned, it's no more
So tell me then, what was it for?
Oh tell me, what was it for?

When I'm feeling down and it's hard for me to see
I just think of when you slept over, watching over me
and it makes me feel better, but really not that much
I reach out my hand, frightened to throw your hand a clutch
You taught me how to play this thing, then you left me here
I'm running from my sadness and I'm running from my fear

Something deep inside of me will always miss you
but you're gone and there is nothing I can do
(undecipherable) but like it ever was
My guitar needs tuning and the TV is in a fuss
I lay awake and cry at night, waiting for the sound
of your footsteps coming up the stairs as I watch a show downtown
You taught me how to play this thing, then you left me here
I'm running from my sadness and I'm running from my fear

A broken string, a broken heart is all I have to hold
but just like you have always been, I'll try to be as bold
I lost a real good friend today, but you had to leave
(undecipherable)
and now I hope, and every night I pray
that you are kept safe and brought back to me someday
I miss you and I love you, this you already know
What I didn't tell you is that you're my hero

Sick of your politics
[undecipherable]
I guess I never acted
To be free of this
Running backwards to blind myself
and please don't say the names
No one wants to hear them, not from you
Do your best
to work things out
without making a scene
I want, I want, I want, I want
I just want
cover it up
real real good
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried
But just can't.

I used to think things were pure and good
I jammin' might with you
But that was then and this is now
and all I want to do
is eat you
Is eat you and beat you
and beat you
Is eat you, is eat you, is eat you

I'm over it, I'm over it, I'm over it
I'm over it, I'm over it, I'm over it

Your money buys you everything
but I'll just fade away
and it's **** good and it's no good

I can't stand it for much longer
I'm getting, I'm getting, I'm getting
so hungry
I can't deal with you anymore
All the things,
the things that you can do
and it will stop
It will stop
The anger just builds up inside
I feel like I'll blow up
I'll blow up
I guess I'll blow up

Now and then, a long, long time
I'm so **** tired
and now it's through
I'm almost done
and all I want to do
is hate you
I hate you, I hate you
I want to spit in your face
Hate you
I hate you
I'LL GET ON THE BUS AND **** YOU!
I hate you
I hate you
Hate you

I'm over it, I'm over it, I'm over it
I'm over it, I'm over it, I'm over it
I'm over it, I'm over it, I'm over it

I'm gonna fall down, but at least I know I tried
I wish I could help you there but my hands are tied
Stay out there for a while waiting for the light
I cannot say what is wrong, but I know I am right

Hey, sorry about your car
I'm sure it would have gotten real far
but I know you are
and I put in a jar, it'll grow into a star
Then I'll let it go, then I'll let it go, let it shine

I just want to get my point across
Can't you just listen to my side?
Can't you just listen to my side?
I just want to get my point across

Most of it's on fire
It doesn't take much to get a person wired
Set it down, just push it away
and the waste basket kills everyone
I'm sorry about your car
I'm sure it would have got real far
I still hope you are
I'll put it in a jar and it'll grow into a star
and then I'll make it mine
Yeah and then I'll make it mine

And I know that you're just so trendy
You get sick inside, just look at you
Hang it on a wall by a post and don't let them see it there
Oh, put me in a waste basket!

Hey, sorry about your car
I know I could have made it start
Man, I tried so hard to make it
make it try to grow into a star
Then I'll blow you up, push it in my face,
put me out of place
I'm losing the race, then I'll let it go
Yeah, no one has to know
because I'll put it in the car
Yeah, sorry about it, sir
and then I'll put it in a jar and it'll go real far.

I saw you at the subway the other day
You were drinking hot chocolate
I thought about asking you for a sip
but on second thought I didn't want to burn my tongue
I chased you up the stairs and outside
I got into a taxi cab
I didn't want to see you, you were looking good
I wanted to cool off and take some time out of the busy day
I heard a knock on my door, my door
Who was there?
What are you doing here?
I'm really not sure you should be here right now
Because I'm going. It's getting a little pricey
that you should be in Sweden, my friend
because it's the only place for you
I hear they have really nice gear of sorts there.
You should be in Sweden, my friend.
Yeah, you should be in Sweden.
Get yourself to Sweden
I'll tell you what we can do

You're not bent on calling me
and we'll do lunch, I'm sure.
Your fax machine can fax my bags
and it will get in touch with your answering machine's secretary.

Your hair doesn't shine like it used to.
You're not using that conditioner I gave you last year for your birthday.
It was salon selected. I thought you would like it.
And now I'm so scared. I'm pale as white.
I would invite you to sit but I didn't want you to ruin my new sofa.
I've felt this too many times.
I just got myself back up the nerve to say, the nerve
that you should be in Sweden, my friend.
What are you doing here?
You should be in Sweden.
You can ski when you're there.
You should be in Sweden, my friend.
Yeah, get yourself to Sweden.
I don't care how you do it.
Just go to Sweden. Go to Sweden.
I'll tell you what we can do.

You're not bent on calling me,
but we'll do lunch, I'm sure.
Your fax machine can fax me back
and get in touch with my cappuccino maker.

You're not bent on calling me,
and we'll talk for a while, I'm sure.
You can get back my postcard machine
and it'll get in touch with your answering machine's secretary.