Sweet talks lost, long walks
living a silent motion picture...

Im a wishful thinker babe
with the worst intentions...

Verse 1:
Drifting down in the river, he is free...

Im broken and bleeding
My hearts not leading...

I hate to see you sad, I wish I could help
I cant think of anything to say, funny or clever...

It's not what you don't see
It's what you fail to invision...

Look into my eyes.
Can you see into my soul...

Sitting cross-legged on her porcelain throne,
Chest heaving quiet cries of unknown angst...