Next to strangers or grudge filled friends
Passing pepperment scented concerns
Paratrooper swing these legs with rusty chains
There isn't a day that goes by
When I live to be fossilized
Mindful absence
Not much to your surprise
I keep my distance through a telephone
Because I still believe the fictional
Whatever comes this way
From hope to dismay
We remain hysterical (Don't want to hurt you, don't want to be alone)
Because I still believe the fictional (Can't turn back, can't turn back)
Whatever future put at stake
Acquainted with voices forcing down the pill
I'd rather you forget me against our will
Said to be fed up with dreamers of marmalade
Nourished by thrill yet never stayed
Occupied in their day being made
Bewildered in waterfalls
Can't recall the nights spent kneeling to lose it all
Mindful absence
Not much to your surprise
I keep my distance through a telephone
Because I still believe the fictional
Whatever comes this way
From hope to dismay
We remain hysterical (Don't want to hurt you, don't want to be alone)
Because I still believe the fictional (Can't turn back, can't turn back)
Whatever future put at stake
Acquainted with voices forcing down the pill
I'd rather you forget me against our will