Talking to Strangers

We were talking to strangers Pouring out anger Saying too much I had all the excuses But I couldn't lose this Now I lost touch And it hurts just a little I think I'm mixing metaphors they call you the big dipper Remarks we make when we're apart weave our dreams together We're uneven, we're not severed Connected by the weather White or green A shade of gray Black denim or some leather And it hurts just a little And it hurts just a little Knick knack knee cap smack Find Fido a home You say you need your space but also say you feel alone Bottles kept on ice and a vessel of cologne It's unknown the scent you sent A gallon drunk or slightly stoned An evening with a one-two punch Say you need your space but also say you feel alone An evening with a one-two punch We were talking to strangers Pouring out anger Saying too much I had all the excuses But I couldn't lose this Now I lost touch We were talking to strangers Pouring out anger Saying too much I had all the excuses But I couldn't lose this Now I've lost touch We were talking to strangers Pouring out anger Saying too much I had all the excuses But I couldn't lose this Now I've lost touch I've said too much