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
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
You're lonely too.
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?