Queryland

Another day, another night, another sense that nothing’s going right
Though everything looks fine to me, I even got the girl
If I can’t even tell how I’m hurting myself then where do I start reconciling the pain of the world

Another class, another meal, another replicant of how to feel
Which I’d rather do than think about how I even got this far
Old things that I thought would feel new just do not so I have to start finding the pleasure in being ajar

Since life looks very long to me
I owe myself propriety
So accidental tenderness begone
I’m moving on

With past and future gray and bare
At least there’s something there before we run
We run away back to the land of never asking why
Bellowing goodbye, never a thought to time of day or what to say here we know what we know, all we know
So do or die, I’m getting high again
Nothing to do but talk to you again

I never thought you’d look at me like I am someone with a dependency on anything, like love or maybe the opposite of hate
Yes I’m sorry to say but I can’t look away from a given surrounding without thinking it’s all a mistake

It strikes my fancy knowing time
Is nothing if not pantomime
And I don’t want to go to therapy
For just being me

I like it all too much to quit
But not enough to fit, maybe I am, and maybe I’m not, 'cause being gets so hard to understand
Let alone demand of all the things I haven’t got, havoc I’ve wrought, how big is love, how big is life, how big is song
Your life’s the size of what you prize the most
If love is it you must acquit or go
Or sing the song three times as long as you know

Skidamarinkydinkydink, skidamarinkydoo, I love you
Skidamarinkydinkydink, skidamarinkydoo, I love you
I love you in the morning and in the afternoon
I love you in the evening and underneath the moon
Skidamarinkydinkydink, skidamarinkydoo, I love you