Taught me things you never could teach.
Soul as white as a sunbleached piece of beach.
Nose all punched up, face all scrunched up,
Teeth all gunged up, beauty like I've never seen.
Sleep becomes you, makes you, numbs you.
Me sitting staring like I never heard a four letter word.
Snap right out of it, long enough to jot it down,
Talking numbers, tie a cable to another world.
It's hard to keep in touch when it screws me up so much
So I think we ought to do it alone.
Tripped up again, can't remember when I phoned.
Suffer temporary loss of memo-rary,
That's when I've got one at all.
One thing on my mind to push me back in time
A musty glass of wine, the end of summertime.
Turning the last bend, learning the fast way
It burns your itchy finger if the flame's allowed to linger
It's hard to keep in touch when it screws me up so much
So I think we ought to do it alone.
But every now and then, it's good to have a friend
Who knows I'm a lost little soul
It's hard to keep in touch when it screws me up so much
So I think we ought to do it alone.
But every now and then, it's good to have a friend
Who knows I'm a lost little soul

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