Strange, I Thought I Knew You Well,

I Use Innocence In My Demeanor Like A Venus Flytrap.

I'm Not Somebody That Gets Played A Lot At Parties And Weddings. I Mean, You Know, You Mention My Name And You Get An Eye Roll, Until, Of Course, You're Jumping Off A Bridge.

The Sun Is Getting Dim, Will I Pay For Who I've Been?

It's Not As If The Stories Merge To A Point Where You Think They Are Your Life, But You Do Let Them In The Front Door And The Back Door, And It's Okay That Sometimes Certain Characters Stay For Dinner.

Years Go By Will I Still Be Waiting For Somebody Else To Understand Years Go By If I'm Stripped Of My Beauty And The Orange Clouds Raining In Head Years Go By Will I Choke On My Tears Till Finally There Is Nothing Left One More Casualty You Know We're Too Easy Easy Easy