Well I skip stones along a line
Riverbeds filled to the nines
Overflow with deep denial
Can't get these thoughts out of my head
The voices creep up in style
And I've tried to reconcile
But chitter-chat spreads rumors
Like disease across the skin
Among earth worms do I lay
Pronounce each and every day
With a stutter like the tide
So uneasy and undecided
From their book I rip a page
And stop reflecting on my age
When in Rome you do as they do
And you say just as they say
So to speak the words they speak
And run along side crooked streets
I must first realize my wants
Will never live up to my needs
My Needs...