Placed behind door number 3 I lay shaking, will he pick me? Don't be alarmed or misinterpret For it's his anonymity that put me here I should decide whether it's The dopamine or someone hitting "refresh" on my Spinal Chord is aching as if the earth Like me Been shaking, shaken up Door number 3 has opened up And like that the world pounces on the knobs of one and two "If we can't have it all, then why have anything at all?" They chant Their song sending shivers up and down, around my Spinal Chord is aching as if the earth Like me Been shaking, shaken Up and Into the place we know will give the Verdict Then finding that there's something in the Something in the Something in the water But I can't seem to put my gla** down Maybe because soon I'll be inside Drowning in it's confines Pounding on the gla** like I were five I can't remember what it was I felt Or heard, or saw, or touched after hearing the word "hello" Dancing figures intimate, I know But there was more involved that made me believe That there were two of them and only one of me It gets harder to see them as the water rises, as I criticize it It's his eye, it fills the gla**, it's all that I could ask for He is drowning in the same room as me And it's the very thing that makes me believe That there are two of him and only one of me Let me bathe amidst my ignorance, ignorance As if I were asleep, as if I were asleep