Welcome
to the withdrawal...

Question:
Do you love me...

Jaynie was a pretty thing
with yellow ribbons in her hair...

I wavered for one microsecond
in the everlasting future...

Cut the tassles
and the hearstrings...

The window's open so I can feel the stars
and I wonder if you see them...

My heart shimmered into a thousand pieces
and sparkled like the sun...

It's those highlighters I hate,
the ones that you colour everything with...

Sometimes, I like to sit out at night
and stare at the big round moon...

It's funny, hangin' from the catwalk
by your toes...

Wrapped up in the bitter lies of every day
arms straining to bring her free...

Whispers through the door frame,
watching as the Christmas snow...