I wish I could slip from the inside of a glass   from the glass to the inside of your mouth   from your mouth to your insides   flip you inside out      to see your gears and watch them turn   with my eyes around and 'round like clockwork   counting the seconds until your battery runs out      why must you insist to flee   briefly through my periphery   Hoping only then to see   A slideshow of better things      but you can't   the projecter broke a lense   pictures shattered from the bends   why must you still insist to try,   again      I find myself tempted to pry even further   to try like I meant it   to dig and discover      I wish I could push from the inside of you now   up and into the inside of your mouth   from your mouth to the outside   pull you inside out      I've got the flavor   if you've got the taste for it   I've got the work ethic   if you've got the time      you've got ambition   and I've got to pay for it   you've got your own life   and I've got mine