Doctor, I can't get into houses in my dreams
Lately, when I emerge from shadows someone screams
I'm taking lots of rolie polies
Killing time with rolled up magazines
Darling, I can't get used to living without you
I know that you have found a better thing to do
And when you want me back tomorrow
I'll be here just waiting to hear from you
Push me off the cliff of love
That's me like a wounded dove
Gather up what's left of me
Toss it in a sullen sea
Brother, can you hide me in a naked wood
I've done, everything I'm s'posed to or I should
I'm getting cozy with the darkness
Couldn't care less if that's bad or good