She's a melody maker
Swatting the flies as a bide my time
Cool and a shaker
She sits in the silver chair as it shines
How would it feel to touch slowly as we pass?
Would I stand or collapse?
She's a harmony taker
I am stoic but can't last because I'm a faker
Why do I always find myself there with a stutter
When I'm staring at you through the candy coated glass?
Why do I always find myself down in the gutter
When I'm following you?
You're like a rubber ball bouncing away from me
Sitting under the table
In a room that is lit up neon signs
Told I'm unstable
So how do I find my way to her mind?
How would it feel to take all these colored pills?
Would we laugh or collapse?
I'm a negative number
All alone and so detached
Because I'm a fever
I saw a man named Jesus
He told me to turn around and not believe this
But I fear the this and that
I think I'm better off here with a heart attack
Why do I always find myself there with a stutter
When I'm staring at you through the candy coated glass?
Why do I always find myself down in the gutter
When I'm following you?
You're like a rubber ball bouncing away from me
