Solar Systems (1992)


I feel I won't be good enough for you
And it's cruel
To compare our goodbyes to salted wounds.
What words could I possibly use
To distract myself from the truth?
I've been terminally confused
Since 1992
And you know I was born in '94.
Can't see through this thing anymore
Cause I'm just a little too insecure.
I mean, I have few ambitions
But spinning rooms, and solar systems
Have a way of keeping me indifferent.
This is more than I could have ever predicted.
I'm a scar, marked
By depressions.
Reminding you
You're lonely too.
It's butterflies
And cluttered lies
That make me sick to my stomach inside.
Read between the lines
Just to be disappointed in what you'll find.
I lie awake
In a bed of shame
Brought down by weights
In the things I refuse to say.
Can I touch your face?

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