i am an island, amidst all this chaos
i am the supplier, you are the earth
salt drying all my rain

i give so you will be free enjoy what giveth to you
what cometh your way
but so many just taketh away just taketh away
sad and lonely and empty
where are your manners child?
28 year old, grown woman
you are not a child.

and i'm angry now
as i always am
the one i wanna be with always seems so far away
though so close
yet so far away
always in the other room.

So, i wait and remember
how i woulda waited forever, but then one day i don't anymore
i get old and i get bored and something else
shiny and new grabs my attention

all the anger you caused me until then floods back in the window
and i'm reminded of what you never gave me
1.2.3.4 times maybe more
and i'm sure it will happen again
when the gleaming new toy promises salvage

I'm so nice this way.....

Excited about the work and the play
if only I could get the sleep out of my eyes, and the dredge out of my throat
and my fingers onto the art
the art but first the muuuuulaaa baby

it's mind over matter, this I already fucking know
so much of my life is this way
me thinks communism has seen its day
but marxist societies spit in your face
supposedly capitalist in their wake
get over it i never had to
i live the positive attitude
who is the one that needs to hear it most

Ecstatic about working and playing
sugar in my cereal bowl can make thee too puffy
all these chemicals make your skin dry
and I still compliment every day
have nice things to say
i'm so nice this way

Let me see what it says on your business card
is that really right today?
what did he write today?
over there on the wall that way?

The captain flashes his badge.
We're so over your bragadocious ways.

I don't know what else to say......

Excited about the work and play

if only I could get the sleep out of my eyes, and the dredge out of my throat

fear takes over this way