Once Clinging To the Reeds

Yo, what's wrong? Hey! Is your attention elsewhere? Infiltration of a one-eleven Feeling rough debonair Don't stare, is there something sticking out of my eye? Not a vision or a visionary, but you've got ten times What we make in a year Make in a month, make in a day Make an hour, made it up So we try to make a point Telling you once, telling you twice Telling you three times and then giving up When it gets too much Misconstrued with all the news, and Waiting in the side room Couldn't stand the sight of you, but I never expected it to have this effect on me Agreeing with everything, so you would shut up, and I can leave Oh yeah, don't want me to go All your friends left, and you can't sleep alone Sounds like a personal problem to me If you can't understand my stance and where I'm at then please leave Let me go again (I can't, I can't) I still remember Don't dismember them It's systematic So don't stall, quick It's out of focus, unclear You got the transmission of a vintage Chevy Maintenance and repair I don't care if there's something about me that you despise Not a premonition mystic fortune-teller Fabricate all the lies That we say in a day, say in a week Say in a month, say a year and back it up So we try to make a point Telling you thrice, telling you twice Telling you once more, and then giving up When it gets too much The wound is still a threat Let's see what we have done The separated flesh Let's sow it up once more The wound is still a threat Let's see what we have done The separated flesh Let's sow it up once more I never expected it to have this effect on me Agreeing with everything, so you would shut up and I can leave Oh yeah, don't want me to go All your friends left and you can't sleep alone Sounds like everyone's rhetoric to me If you can't bring your own originality then please leave Let me go again (I can't, I can't) I still remember (doormat, doormat) Don't dismember them (I can't, I can't) It's systematic Yo, what's wrong? Hey! Is your attention elsewhere? Infiltration of a one-eleven Feeling rough debonair Don't stare, is there something sticking out of my eye? Not a vision or a visionary, but you've got ten times What we make in a year Make in a month, make in a day Make an hour, made it up So we try to make a point Telling you once, telling you twice Telling you three times and then giving up When it gets too much