I want to be your only friend
(is that scary?)
my active mind don't wish it so
watch out for these silent thoughts
that's where the seed of soul-s**ing grows
when each who comes around you,
takes some of your life
that's when I get angry
an outfit for my fright
you want to be my daughter
(come sit up on me)
I hate it, but it's so
and I wanted you as my mother
cheering me as I go
when each who comes around you,
takes some of your life
that's when I get angry
an outfit for my fright
picture us lounging just sitting and listening
and loving what we hear
that has never happened,
we both flail too much
we flail too much to let the other near.
I want to be your only friend
(beware of me)
my quiet mind is not fit to lead
take the warning I've seen fit to lend
and from this thing we have been freed