I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let you go and I cant get through.

Feel free to listen, feel free to stare.

We've got ego's like hairdos.

I envy your ignorance, I hear that it's bliss.

There's a paradox in every paradigm.

Then I show up steady ready and proud and I find I've forgotten how to talk out loud. Isn't it just like you to bring me to my knees?

I use my dress to wipe up my drink, I care less and less what people think.