And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love

So this is maybe just a SOS, shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment

Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug.

Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the face of fact

Blackboard formula erased by the next class

but the outlines still intact, and I see it

And I’m still not sure of the meaning 

But I’ll say it, write it down, and read it for you

No protective leathery flesh of emotional chain-mail

(No running shoes) no running, no locking doors, no anger

(No e-mail) no voicemail communicational strangulation 

Or distortion of purity sentiment

No fantasy of reconciliation or delusion and no revenge

(No bullshit) no codes or hidden agendas, no preaching

(No pedestal) no standing on the pulpit, no ego, no new speaker freakish lingo 

(Here I go…) 

I haven’t loved many people 

I grew up afraid that I was crazy 

And one time when I was deep inside your body you purred

And I was sure that you were gonna have my baby

And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love

So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment 

Measurement tossed to nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug 

And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love 

So this is maybe just a SOS, shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment 

Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug 

we used to be in love… 

Everything you said I took it all to heart 

And you sparked a change in me 

Before I could become a new sun I had to fall apart 

And I can see that now 

And I wish you well 

Cause you saw what was good in me 

And I’ll be god damned if I didn’t see that myself

And everything you are 

I know you got your pride 

Before I could become a grown man I had to lose my mind had to lose my mind 

And I see that now 

And I wish you well 

Cause I see what’s good in you 

And I’ll be god damned if you can’t see that yourself

There’s a muddy field where a garden was
I’m glad you got away but I’m still stuck out here
My clothes are soaking wet
The end of paralysis
I was a statuette