Let me ask you a question,   though I know what the answer will be;   isn’t it time to make peace between yourself and the world   before everything comes caving in?   all the things you said   I kept it in my head   but the things I said to you…   - you forgot it   so pull out the drawers, turn over the table   and start looking for the door   of all your longings, this one is the final   and it’s not coming to you anymore   all those pretty lies that came to you at night   you were blinded by the light   but you’ll forget it   well, maybe you’ll know me for the rest of your life   and maybe I’m gone by November   maybe a storm comes to blow us apart   and maybe it’ll mend us together   anyway, please forget it   will I wake up in the morning to find my world colliding with   yours?