letters and calling cards
can't change my pessimistic attitude towards everything
and it's all unraveling
strands of my memories fall about my feet
burying my tennishoes
burying my energy

i wish i could happily fly away
i wish i could think that my time is now
but i'm thinking of yesterday
thinking of tomorrow
does anybody have a little self respect i could borrow

pink clocks tick on these grey precise walls
telling me that time grow shorter and thinner
but why do the minutes all cling to eachother
and why must i keep on asking why
when no answers come to me
no answers leap to me
wishing for anything
wishing for peace
T.V.s collide with the thoughts that we're thinking
and crush them all completely and destroy emotions easily
and nothing is solved
everything remains exactly the same

i wish i could happily fly away
i wish i could think that my time is now
but i'm thinking of yesterday
thinking of tomorrow
does anybody have a little self respect i could borrow
cuz my insides are empty and i feel hollow
does anybody have a thought that could make it through tomorrow?