A Not-So-Pleasant Walk In The Woods

When the brain gives up,
the heart takes over.
I've learned that's how it goes.

And you have this sick need
to -s-ingle me o-ut.
I say why, w-hy, wh-y
w-hat did I do to y-ou?
I can't remember.

So I wander through the woods,
used to be on a path.
You pushed me off.
(But I fought, by the way.)
I just wasn't as strong as I thought I was.

Meander I do,
twist and turn,
looking for the path again.
It's gone, or hidden from my view.
(Or something.)
Because I can't find it.

I'm lost.
I'm lost.
I'm lost.

You're just mean.
Because I am going to be something?
Because I am different?
Because I am me?
W-ell I g-ot n-ews f-or y-ou.
I will be something.
I will always be different.
I will always be me.

All you're ever going to be is mean.

You're mean.
I'm lost.
I'm lost.

Aren't you lost to?
Lost sight of what to do?
Where did you lose your way?
You're just like me.
(Dreadful thought, I know.)
We're both lost.
Are we that different?

You're mean.
You're lost.
You lost me too.

This is me feeling. Not
thinking.


If we work together, maybe we could
un-cover th-e pa-th.
We-'re lo-st.
lo-st.
I gave up (trying to reason)


When the brain gives up,
the heart takes over.
That's how I've learned it goes.