Does anyone wanna hear the forty songs I wrote this year? Had a dream, based on reality You were bein' really mean to me For what's it's worth, I wish I was the Earth Every time I'm remembering what you were I close my eyes every time and I wonder why (Why? Why? Why? Why?) I look at the branches and hold a mirror up They're looking at me and saying 'You don't have a comb, do ya?' I'm trying to sit still between the chatter Holding me together is that I'll be seeing you after Glimmering lips, give you away You've got nothing to say Try to recall if it ever felt like this Turning around to this stranger that I'm with I only want something comforting