The Chosen
Last night a moth came to my bed
and filled my tired weary head
with horrid tales of you
ican't belive it's true
But then the lamp shade smiled at me,
and it said, "Believe" it said, "believe."
i want you to know it's nothing personal
First time i had sex i was three.
First time consenting was thirteen.
Though you wern't there you remind
me of those hands.
Roses are red, violets are blue
if i'm schizophrenic, then i am too!
Whatever it takes to escape.
i hope you understand
why i'm forced to take your life in my hands.
i want you to know it's nothing personal
And though we've never met
i've seen your image in a million waking dreams.
Your eyes they call to me, "Set me free."
Did i ever tellyou? You look like my mother.
She once left me in a supermarket.
I promised myself that i'd never feel that way again.
Did i ever tell yo? you look like my dear old mother
i hope you understand
why i'm forced to take my life in your name
i want you to know it's nothing all the same.
And though we'be never met
i've seen your image in a million waking sreams
Your eyes the call to me, "Set me free."
It's not easy being the chosen