lost in a world of your own
and looking for someone else
someone who will call it home

i will sit here
just so you can laugh at me
you do not know me
and you do not care

i bite my tongue
words by the bucket load
but words i cannot say

fairy tale love does not come cheap
because,
fairy tale love exists in your head

you wanted to talk to me
but…
you did not want to walk with me
certainly not in my world anyway

i never quite got over you
and now,
you are an obstacle in my life
no, i never really got over you

o chance a dance,
with luck itself
the reflection in the mirror is you
and nobody else

our words are always clashing
we have different kinds of wealth
you say i am a victim of fashion
i say you are a victim of yourself

if i had to meet the ferryman
i hope he will be good to me
i hope he will understand
if i ever glimpse the ferryman
on his river in those underground lands