In a small little world in a version of love
You are no more to me than an imaginative soul
Romantically you get on my nerves
Hanging on for dear
Seems that my spleen it was splitting apart
I tripped out
I was picking at my sore to peek at my guts
Yes I
Wilting wilting wilting yeah
Why I am wilting?
Can we make it?
Even with
This burnt out bridge
That crumbles to pieces
And I run with my voice
And vision of choice
Cause I
tired of waiting
To say what I ought to be saying
To counter the forces in my mind
It raises the point that U don
Waste your time trying to save mine
Cause I
Yes I
wilting wilting wilting yeah
Why I am wilting?
Can we make it?
Even with
This burnt out dream
That falls from our graces
And I
It seems that I ran out of luck
And my wheels
They seem to be turning as much
And I
In this hole and it seems
Yes it seems to be so warm and dry
Cause I
Yes I
Disguised as a priest
Armed with a voice smothered in wisdom
Like a rat on crack
I am about to attack