* And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love  So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment  Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug  Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the face of fact  Blackboard formula erassed by the next class  with the outlines still intact, and I see it  And I'm still not sure of the meaning   But I'll say it, write it down, and read it for you    No protective leathery flesh of emotional chain-mail  (No running shoes) no running, no locking doors, no anger  (No e-mail) no voicemail communicational strangulation   Or distortion of purity sentiment  No fantasy of reconciliation or delusion of no revenge  (No bullshit) no culture hidden agendas, no preaching  (No pedestal) no standing on the pulpit, no ego, no new speaker freakish lingo   (Here I go...)   I haven't loved many people   I grew up afraid that I was crazy   And one time when I was deep inside your body you purred  And I was sure that you were gonna have my baby  And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love  So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment   Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug   And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love   So this is maybe just a SOS, shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment   Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug   I used to be in love...     Everything you said I took it all to heart   And you spurred a change in me   Before I could become a new sun I had to fall apart   And I can see that now   And I wish you well   Cause you saw what was good in me   And I'll be god damned if I didn't see that myself  And everything you are   I know you got your pride   Before I could become a grown man I had to lose my mind had to lose my mind   And I see that now   And I wish you well   Cause I see what's good in you   And I'll be god damned if you can’t see that yourself