i think we're all moving too slow, i think it's time for you to go    i know you don't care what i think, my pathos has a kind of stink    of everything of yesterday, i know we got to find our way    inspiration tastes so sweet, again you've landed on your feet - what a surprise    well i tripped down the stairs whilst exiting your cerebellum    broke my back in seven places, association with old faces    everything i think of you is fucked up and you know it's true    i feel no need to reminisce; just acknowledge i exist    i understand you all too well, i'm no new welcome to your hell    everything you've ever said, it ended somewhere in my head    and now i'm getting kinda stale, but i hope you never fail    to be my perfect sedative, search for a different adjective - pathetic    i appreciate you more than most, i'm still haunted by your ghost    when i'm all alone asleep, with sentiments i dare not keep    and i'm still thirsty for the day, when the truth comes out to play    and it makes you trip and fall, and there i'm standing 10 feet tall - but not right now