I feel so wile e. coyote   with an empty hole right through me   and you, this cannonball   you pull this gust right through me   i'm tired of desert scenes   the cactus repeats   Mo(u)rnings are when donuts are made   and that's when i've lost my weight   my head hangs heavy from the sky;   has gravity multiplied?   1000 schemes to bring you near   always turn and run in fear   I won't ever say 'I missed you today'   i'll never say- I don't want to hear   that you feel good, ok?   won't ever say 'I feel so empty today'.   I don't want to hear that you feel good   ok?