Pulcinella

I want things so much more than I want to sometimes

And it feels like my brain is the binary code's problem now

But I'd rather be stuffed with straw than made of tin

Because the mind wanders home like a cat does

When it knows it's time to feed again

There are some places I won't go near

You can measure their fright

By the shade I turn right when they're asked about

I drag a chain of faces and names

Some I've cut off, some were lost

Some will always be locked to me

I know you, at least I knew that I'd know you someday

You're no more a stranger than the

Smile that shines out from the moon

And I'm not in the mood to be lonely no more

So I act like someone on familiar terms

With the uneasy side of love

I got so wrecked up waiting for you

Now your cheeks are pushed high

With the salt from your eyes in the taste of them

Who am I when I can't be unwound?

"Darling, it's me", as the mask comes off

"It always was"