Say I won’t be,
say I won’t be yours or mine,
when you phoned me
I couldn’t get the story out…
as if I could speak,
as if I could speak my mind,
to say I’m lonely…
hell, I’m lonely all the time.
It gets a little hazy,
It gets a little crazy, man,
you get a little lazy,
I know I will.
Forgetting all the places,
just gimme all your graces, man,
look at all your faces,
I knew I’d dwell.
One day I won’t be,
one day I won’t be yours to find,
and I’ll be hoping
still we get the story right,
yell if you reach it,
blow my mind.
Would you read it?
Hell, I won’t even reply.