Among the afflictions With which I've been marked I'm not so prententious And not quite so dark I get the feeling you're bored with me And not through habit or frequency Did your mother have you easily? And if there's someplace else you'd rather be Then go, then go Then go, then go
Among the intentions Which have been sought Numbered and labeled But none of them bought I get the feeling you're testing me You're saturated in urgency You stick your probe in further But you're still not pleased And if there's someplace else you'd rather be Then go, then go Then go, then go
Then go, then go Then go, then go
I would've lied for you I would've cried for you I crossed the line for you I would've died for you...