Everyday...
I sit and wonder why...

Love is when you wait for him to call and when he...
Love is when you think about him so much that you...

All around me
I'm suffocating...

When tim eseems so slow
That's when the world moves too fast...

This silence is deafening as I think to myself
There's a scalple in my science kit, and a knife...

These tears they burn
Warm. Down my face...

Every breath we hold,
Every touch that's cold...

Sitting in my room at night
Got nothing to do...

Sweet little birdy, up in the tree
What do you see when you look at me...

Days seem to fly on by
Never caring to slow down...

N-othing is wrong with
O-bliviating strangeness...

You see him in the hallways
He's always what you find...