I feel so wile e. coyote
with an empty hole right through me
and you, this cannonball
you pull this gust right through me
i'm tired of desert scenes
the cactus repeats
Mo(u)rnings are when donuts are made
and that's when i've lost my weight
my head hangs heavy from the sky;
has gravity multiplied?
1000 schemes to bring you near
always turn and run in fear
I won't ever say 'I missed you today'
i'll never say- I don't want to hear
that you feel good, ok?
won't ever say 'I feel so empty today'.
I don't want to hear that you feel good
ok?