I drop versions of me down your well Hoping one will make a splash I throw versions of me at your wall Hoping one will stick and last I run versions of me up the mast Hoping one will catch your eye In front of me, people walk by fast You don't even pass me by You are a needle in the hay That I always try to find And each time that I do I turn into a pile of shit in front of you I roll versions of me down your cave Hoping something will come out I drown versions of me to be saved Hoping you will come around I smear versions of me on your skin Hoping that you will react I turn into this or into that But you only turn your back You are a needle in the hay That I always try to find And each time that I do I turn into a pile of shit in front of you I throw versions of me at your wall Hoping one will stick and last