There are different parts of me that are hard to resist.
There is a portion of my heart that refuses to face this.
With memories pounding between my two ears
I'm speaking the truth too high pitched for you to hear
My toes are tickling my ankles
I am high off of the ground
Actually the ground didn't do this to me
My mind's in the lost and found
And I'm too happy to worry
I miss your touch it's all too much
To face the world with clenched fists
I remeber more than that dirty whore
Oh, to forget the world exists.
