Circle me, hold me in your arms
I just want to lie awake until I am not afraid
So circle me like a warm downpour
Falling endlessly, circle me
He spent his waking hours making
Hundreds and hundreds of lists
All thematically attentive to the women he had kissed
Concentrations on relations and vacations he had taken
But he found himself confounded by the one that got away
And he tried to look her up but met with limited success
She moved on and she was gone
And left no forwarding address
Now he cries up to the sky and wonders why and how
And who can help to find the one to just
Another morning, early morning
Drowning her delusions in a beer
She was coping, mostly hoping she’d be famous in a year
But she never spent a cent upon her rent because
She lived out of a shopping cart and drank away her change
She could act and she could dance but only sober as a bird
And with her eternal bender she could hardly make a word
Now she fishes out a penny and she wishes that
The friends she never made would save her and
I can wait as long as it takes
To cure my heartbreaks and get over my mistakes
And I don’t care about the bringer
Gonna put it through the ringer
I’ll do anything as long as I don’t have to lift a finger
When my days are done I’ll be the lucky one
Like a prodigal son without the mind to back it up
‘Cause when you’re happy and horny
And simple and stupid and there’s no mind
To be concerned about losing
You can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs
So you might as well cut all your losses and beg
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