In the breathless hush of 4 a.m. In the dark sits a sad cliche. Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars Tell me how this came to be Sleeplessness talk to me She'd say over and over again Fumbling through a cut glass vase Passing lipstick, cotton spools Burning jealous pictures of marraiges of friends You never asked to be The glutton of sympathy She says over and over again that this is the end Cause I see it in your eyes What you don't know, time to let go I see it in your eyes There is so much more out there to be learned Such mournful words on this snowwhite vacant page All the lessons that she learns she packs away Will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy She writes over and over again Tossing turning roll away Indescision won't you ever make up your mind Lifetime Nightime wake the day Cause tomorrow will see if you've had your fill of sympathy Will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy? Don't you know the stars are all fading let the sunshine capture the sparkle of your smile Jellyfish Glutton Of Sympathy