The salty sweat and tears run down the cracks in your face. To wake up and discover you've disappeared without a trace. A bad attitude and too much tetevision's gonna really put a damper on a logical decision, when I try to show you my gratitude, and all I get in return is a look of pain. Pain. A nasty look from almost everybody that I meet There's proud Bohemian women talking garbage in my street. Skipping through tall grassy fields in your bare feet. The sun shining and you called in sick from work today. Feeding you ego with ties that your friends told you. Feeling important from beers that they bought for you. Shudder to think that you're finally through with me. Smiling 'cos you think you always know what's coming next, and you're right. Sappy as it sounds, you're not getting anywhere. What are you waiting for, some shinning knight and its steed. It ain't coming, I know, 'cos I've been there, Don't tell me otherwise, 'cos I know that you were a twist, but why do you hide it under a Grey sweatshirt with pretty Greek Letters, Like no one will know your beautiful, jaded, scary past, you coward, run, run, run away. You never could show it. A short quick step in a kelly green sweater won't make your problems go away or make them any better, and all I want to do is apologize, but the stalker laws would just put me in jail. I'm in jail.