you  burden  me  with  your  questions
you'd  have  me  tell  no  lies
you're  always  asking  what  it's  all  about
now  listen  to  my  replies
you  say  to  me  i  don't  talk  enough
but  when  i  do  i'm  a  fool
these  times  i've  spent,i've  realized
i'm  going  to  shoot  through
and  leave  you
the  things,you  say
your  purple  prose  just  gives  you  away
the  things,you  say
you're  unbelievable
you  burden  me  with  your  problems
by  telling  me  more  than  mine
i'm  always  so  concerned
with  the  way  you  say,
you've  always  go  to  stop
to  think  of  us  being  one
is  more  than  i  ever  know
but  this  time,i  realize
i'm  going  to  shoot  through
and  leave  you
seemingly  lastless,don't  mean
you  can  ask  us
pushing  down  the  relative
bringing  out  your  higher  self
think  of  the  fine  times,pushing
down  the  better  few,instead  of
bringing  out  the  clues,to  what  the
world  and  everything  anger  to,brace
yourself  with  the  grace  of  ease,
i  know  this  world  ain't  what  it  seems.
what  the  fuck  was that