How many goosebumps on the way
How many scar marks up your arm
How many cat lives gone astray, so far
How many poppers on your brain
How many sleepers in the park
How many angels turned insanely dark

I have tried to understand why you laugh
When the tv set speaks back
And you turn into a dazzling fool

How do you see the world in a flying van
Do cartwheels in a cloud of sand and dive
Tell me why don’t you show me
The magic place that is your smile
With rainbow flags across your eyes
And why, why you’re leaving me here to dry

How many people realise
Apart from me, and sometimes you
Above our heads the sky is black
Not blue
How many times you’ve woken up
To the alteration, fascination of a being
That you never knew.

I’d walk half the world on a string
To hopefully know what you mean
When you turn into a mad racoon

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I know I’m not that interesting
Not that party ring
That 15 year old thing you like
I know I can’t compete with the
Booze and pills with the
Needles and thrills
That you like
I’m not gonna cry
Not lay down and die
Turn away, turn away
Till you sign and tell me

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