It seems so strange to be currently without someone to chase,
I don't know quite where I should be.
I scour endlessly through rotten debris and waste
and come out reeking on the other side.
I want someone completely out of mind
but just regular enough for conversation,
to lean my back against and sleep.
So since this can't be about anyone it must be about you.
I wish you were around to see the state you've made me.
I'd ask you how you've been
and you'd reply depending on what you'd been doing lately.
And I'd never let you live it down.
No, I wouldn't ever let you live me down.
Vague possibilities spear my mind
and barb the blade so it's impossible to retrieve.
Don't believe me? Pull my brain to bits and see.
I'd call you every girl I'd ever met.
You'd call me a co-dependent, nervous wreck.
I'm filling up my shelf! I'm watching movies by myself!
I know interesting trivia about the actors and directors
and there's no-one here to tell.
I'm worried that you'll like the look but won't get past the smell.
I'm worried that I'll tell you and then you'll worry as well.