And I saw you’re curves clean and tight,   And I saw your smile, sarcastic and trite,   It was external and I was surprised:   I think I’m forgetting you.      And my best friend has tied up his mind,   He’s a sad boy now, skinny and scared,   Fucked up and internally scarred,   I think the grave’s calling me now.      Endurance of a waiting room,   surrounded by head stones,   Painted with names of souls,   Who died waiting in line.      But if I can’t get things on track…   If I can’t get life under my skin….   Heaven’s gonna smother me.   Oh, lord, I’m vessel for experience.   So have mercy on my spirit.   I think the grave’s calling me.   And I can’t close my eyes tight enough   To accept the fact…   That life’s a waiting game.      And I saw you’re curves, clean and tight,   And I saw your smile, sarcastic and trite,   It was external and I was surprised:   I think I’m forgetting you.      I think I’m forgetting you.