I talk too much about myself Notice me! Cause I've been crying for help The confidence that I once held Is drowned by hands that have never dealt With anything There is no structure There's no pattern in the way that the wind changes All I know is that your breath when you're speaking Creates hurricanes in my head So I've been digging a tunnel And I tried to reach the sunlight Tried to find a way to get my wiry head untied Tried to find a find a way to make these two parts to one mind I think its true that some things will never change Like the fact that I'll always be sick! I didn't choose this! Leave me be and begone! Begone! Begone! Begone! She said: Lover, forgive me I begged for the tidal waves to come! Now its hard to find hold on these branches From which the faces hang down like a tree swing And the roots of the forest of chances Created holes that now hurt like a bee sting Now its hard to find hold on these branches From which the faces hang down like a tree swing And the roots of the forest of chances Created holes that now hurt like a bee sting After all this time And countless nights I've come to realize That you lied to me