Tension's up like fists in a fight. You should've called me. It would've meant something. This is my mind on your recorder; this is my soul that, that you're hearing. I used to have my own songs. If I don't mind, then this problem remains my own. When thinkin outloud just makes you turn away. Your silence is crushing. All I want, Animal! Damn, your friends were wrong. With all of the things you know, with what little grace you show. Just "send a list of instructions to the factory and when it returns we'll embrace it... Only if it's gold, only if it's gold" It's sickening in stereo. If I dont mind, then this probem remains my own. When holding things down, just makes you turn away. The silence is crushing. All I want, Animal!