Stockholm Something

Those vacant dreams that hang inside my head

the moment that you lay me down to bed.

And you'll make me list the people I have known

in a time when I couldn't stand to be alone.

But with constraint on time

in those places in my mind.

I'll let myself get lost.

I let myself get lost.

You can't accept that I've been around before.

You've labeled me your virgin and your whore.

And the gift you gave to show your love for me

is tied too tight to sing, Calliope.

But with constraint on time

in those places in my mind.

I'll let myself get lost.

I let myself get lost.

Blaming me for things I haven't done,

as if I were the only one.

I sit in silence. Will you say,

"We'll learn to move on someday"?

I let myself get lost.