Chemical Circumstance
A tasteless mixture
Spills over my lips
Neither hot nor cold
It’s so hard to describe the little urge to tell you what I see
But here it goes
The physical distance, erosion of mystique
It slides through my soul
What a beast this conclusion is
It’s so hard to describe the little urge to say how to fix it
But here it goes
I know so much about you, I could write a doctoral thesis
Torment without ecstasy, a diploma in giving up
I know, there’s the door
And besides, you left it open for me
I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I just can’t
I know, there’s the door
And besides, you left it open for me
I’d like to say I’m sorry
What if I feel like falling? Or feel like jumping?
I just can’t cry. I don’t care about living
What if I feel like falling? Or feel like jumping?
I just can’t cry. I don’t care about living
I feel nothing
And it’s a nothing comparable to the universe. It’s insane
I feel nothing
And I’ve never been this scared, but here it goes
I know, there’s the door
And besides, you left it open for me
I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I just can’t
I know, there’s the door
And besides, you left it open for me
I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I just can’t
What if I feel like falling? Or feel like jumping?
I just can’t cry. I don’t care about living
What if I feel like falling? Or feel like jumping?
I just can’t cry. I don’t care about living
What if I feel like falling?
Uh, what if I feel like falling? Or feel like jumping?
I just can’t cry. I don’t care about living