Why does my world
Seem to crumble and curl
Every time i start
Picturing your face
And why does a stain
Seem to cloud any gain
I'm intending
When i'm sending of your name?
And you won't want to hear this
Because it's a shame
I know it's a shame
The keepsake ring you gave me
Is now sitting at the thrift shop waiting to be born again
Why does my wrist
Seem to point to a fist
Every time i start
Picturing your face
And why do i burn
Still to have the final word
It's so stupid
And i know it sounds absurd
But you won't want to hear this
Because it's a shame
I know it's a shame
That all those fond reflections
Are now sitting in a fox lair?
Buried under mud and rain
Why does my tongue
Long to fire like a gun
At just the slightest mention of your name
And why must it be
That i feel so mch hate inside of me
When i start thinking of you
When i start thinking of you
I keep thinking of you just the same
