• i need him to tie me down, to name me to a sound
    warm skin, soft lips, eyes that see within

    but all i get is this sense of distance
    i wish I could get over it
    and no excuse seems to fit

    this numb, I'm all I can blame
    overcome by more of the same
    my fantasy has got me so bad
    my love is circling the drain

    stunned by my imagination
    purveyor of distractions
    none of it's real
    a reality of imitation
    endless passions
    i can't feel

    i'm waiting for him
    painting myself defiant
    convinced
    love is a science
    and the truest is coincidence

    but that's a porcelain facade
    deifying an oblivious god
    and i can't feel the sun burning
    but my skin is starting to crack
    and i think i'm learning
    that this love i lack
    is dying slowly
    this heart that beats
    inside me
    is turning black