Armchair Martian Maybeing
buried in sentiment, sentimental reaction
always off course, of course
faceless i'm thinking
look in my eyes and show me where i've been
if i could, i'd dye them blue to match your world
secondhand ways we used to get along
do you think about me when i'm gone
the lipstick on your heartstrings makes me smile again
making time, are you making me wait
the only fear is fear of hate
are you hate or are you love
need a push do you need a shove
lot of fast talking, but i get along
do you think about me when i'm gone
i'd settle for maybe
well if i could say it to her face
i'd look you in the eye
anytime it takes me that place
well it's time to say goodbye
i can't even begin, time's too short with friends
and the things between you and me
words can't say, can't even begin
but I hope that we're still friends
guess i'll see when i see you again
