And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint,
my love, so this is maybe just an S.O.S., shrapnel,
a echo of dead sentiment, measurement tossed
to nothing, for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug,
or maybe resonate incurable romantic
defunct in the face of fact, blackboard formula
erased by the next class but the outline's 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 emotion chain mail.
(No running shoes) No running, no locking doors,
no anger. (No e-mail) No voice-mail
communication or strangulation or distortion of
purity sentiment. No fantasy of reconciliation or
delusion and no revenge. (No bullshit) No codes or
hidden agendas, no preaching. (No pedestal)
No standing on the pulpit, no ego.
No new-speak or freakish lingo.

(Here I go) I haven't loved many people. I grew up
afraid that I was crazy. One time when I was deep
inside your body, you purred, and I was sure that
you were gonna have my baby,
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And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint,
my love, so this is maybe just an S.O.S.,
shrapnel, a echo of dead sentiment, measurement
tossed to nothing, for no one, a wasted effort, a
shrug. And you can tell that maybe time is out of
joint, my love, so this is maybe just an S.O.S.,
shrapnel, a echo of dead sentiment, measurement
tossed to nothing, for no one, a wasted effort,
a shrug. I used to be in love.

Everything you said, I took it all to heart.
And you sparked a change in me,
before I could become a new sun, I had to fall apart.
And I see that now, and I wish you well,
'cause you saw what was good in me,
and I'll be goddamned if I didn't see that myself.

And everything you are, I look at that with pride.
Before I could become a grown man, had to lose my
mind, had to lose my mind. And I see that now, and
I wish you well, 'cause I see what is good in you,
and I'll be goddamned if you can't see that yourself.