| I stumble through this godforsaken
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| Uncertain of the path I’m taking
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| But along the way, I make a smile
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| I hope where I end up might be worthwhile
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| Holding in the breath of anger
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| Inside this old refrigerator
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| Those days are gone, there’s more ahead
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| So concentrate on what’s in store instead
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| A memory, a dream, or another crazy scheme
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| Then I find out what I want is something inbetween
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| Waking and repeating my routines
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| Walking circles, talk in circles to me
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| Words that tumble effortlessly from the lips of fools
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| Only cloud up what I see in my reflecting pool
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| Jumping headfirst into symmetry
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| I am splitting at the seams, hold me
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| In my reflecting pool / I look in my reflecting pool
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| This sole reflection is my own / The pool is still until the pebble’s thrown |