See the animal in his cage that you built Are you sure what side you're on? Better not look him too closely in the eye Are you sure what side of the glass you are on? See the safety of the life you have built Everything where it belongs Feel the hollowness inside of your heart And it's all... Right where it belongs
What if everything around you Isn't quite as it seems? What if all the world you think you know Is an elaborate dream? And if you look at your reflection Is it all you want it to be? What if you could look right through the cracks? Would you find yourself... Find yourself afraid to see?
going down faster than the light, going down deeper than the dark
I was flicking through the channels on the TV On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain Trying to piece together conversations Trying to find out where to lay the blame
But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame Blame it on me, you can blame it on me We're just sugar mice in the rain
I heard Sinatra calling me down through the floorboards Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme To the jukebox crying in the corner While the waitress is counting out the time
For when it gets right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame Blame it on me, you can blame it on me We're just sugar mice in the rain
'Cause I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am Daddy took a raincheck Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need Daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me Blame it on me, blame it on me
Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone When I heard them asking questions I knew that that you were all alone Can't you understand that the government left me out of work I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying, "What a jerk"
So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars Blame it on me, blame it on me Sugar mice in the rain Your daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck
Falling through pages of Martens on angels Feeling my heart pull west I saw the future dressed as a stranger love in a space-dye vest
Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding a pool in the shape of a heart Beauty projection in the reflection Always the worst way to start
"But he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to look at like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, or to think or to live. He doesn't love you, but I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance... It's our last chance..."
Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it Learning to swallow the rage Found a new girl I think we can make it as long as she stays on the page
This is not how I want it to end And I'll never be open again
"...I was gonna move out...ummm...get, get a job, get my own place, ummm, but... I go into the mall where I want to work and they tell me, I'm, I was too young..."
"Some people, gave advice before, about facing the facts, about facing reality. And this is, this without a doubt, is his biggest challenge ever. He's going to have to face it. You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and, uh, and, and, and get some help here. I mean no one can say they know how he feels."
"That, so they say that, in ya know like, Houston or something, you'd say it's a hundred and eighty degrees, but it's a dry heat . In Houston they say that? Oh, maybe not. I'm all mixed up. Dry until they hit the swimming pool."
"...I get up with the sun... Listen. You have your own room to sleep in, I don't care what you do. I don't care when. That door gets locked, that door gets locked at night by nine o'clock. If you're not in this house by nine o'clock, then you'd better find some place to sleep. Because you're not going to be a bum in this house. Supper is ready..."
There's no one to take my blame if they wanted to There's nothing to keep me sane and it's all the same to you
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