Do I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate
I donīt want to dissect everything today
I donīt mean to pick you apart you see
But I canīt help it

There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasnīt there already
If only I could hunt the hunter
And I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance

Do I wear you out
You must wonder why Iīm relentless and all strung out
Iīm consumed by the chill of solitary
Iīm like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
Iīm frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the Maker
And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature

What I wouldnīt give to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift
And what I wouldnīt give to meet a kindred
Enough about me, letīs talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, letīs talk about life for a while
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
Falling all around . . . all around

Why are you so petrified of silence
Here can you handle this?
Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think youīre gonna die
Or did you long for the next distraction
And all I need now is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer

All I really want is some peace man
A place to find a common ground
And all I really want is a wavelength
All I really want is some comfort
A way to get my hands untied
And all I really want is some justice . . .