Lyrics: Handheld. This Dream Is Just Not For Me. The Turkey Dump.

Go!
We seem lost today
I?m feeling a little like the unread material
The morning paper is still in the mailbox
No news, no comics, There are
no classifieds to find the things that I want to say to you

As I shoot for the triple-twenty
I can?t help but be feel just a little bit under pressure
But some of us are better off that way
My point misses one more time And I find
You sitting in the corner You seem to roll your eyes at me and say
I always thought personality meant more to you anyway
And I never thought that I?d believe
That you?d mistaken him for me
And all I ever wanted was for you to stay

I return today from two months of isolation and loneliness
And somehow I still feel the same way
And when I see her I realize I?m better off without her
cause we both know we?re 10000 km's away
And the metronome seems to keep time and it goes on and on
And I thought turkey and dressing meant more to you anyway
We?d fight; you?d always be defending Angry love is never ending
And I?m sick and tired of depending on you I?m going away