You say there's not a lot of me left anymore- just leave it alone.
Strange- thought I knew you well.
Not sayin' that you weren't worth the fall.
But I was alone when I knew it was real,
Can someone help me, I think that I'm Lost here.
But I can't seem to find my way out, my way out.
So strange- woke up to a world that I am not a part,
Except when I can play its stranger.
We've all been pushed too far.
I guess on days like this you know who your friends are.
Just another dead fag to you, that's all.
Indigo in his own blue always knew this.
If the rain has to separate, From itself, does it say, "Pick out your cloud"?
How did it go so fast, you'll say,
As we are looking back, and then we'll understand,
If you're a thought- you will want me to think you.
And I did, invited a guest up until,
You announced that you had moved in.
So strange- now I'm finally in, the Party has begun.
But strange- what I will leave behind.
You call me one more time but now I must be leaving.
Arrangement by D.R. Vecchione