My Fickle Anatomy

If you hear something strange
Please pay no mind

That was just my mouth
Bouncing words in vain up off your back
As if you'd care
That was just my heart
Sinking, burning, numb from your attack
Palpitating or breaking?

It's getting old...a little bit...
I say, “I want you,” you say, “Oh, not quite yet.”
So if you hear something strange, please pay no mind

That was just my head
Working through the lines of what you said
Over and over and over over and over and over
That was just my feet
Slapping down upon the cold concrete
Outside your house

So doctor, doctor please prescribe me a personality to get me the girl
Cause the man wеaring black usually ends up with a bullet in his back
Swimming in the sunsеt and scrolling credits
As a sad song tells us its all for the best
And I'm sick of it

It's getting old...a little, little, just a little bit...
You say you want me, I say, “Oh, not quite yet.”
So if you hear something strange, please pay no mind

I awoke to a sound (it wasn't a loud sound)
I took a look all around for a better shade of green