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Nick's mom is always nice to me

her  smile is like a total eclipse of the

son – something that I didn’t think I would

ever see

It's so hard to believe in anything

 

Nick treats me like a kitchen fly, on a  

hot day when all the women swarm and he

won't look at me

until I land in his cup of tea

It's so hard to believe I'm that annoying

 

 

Someday I will open my eyes

wake up from my coma in my glass coffin,           

see that everyone and everything I ever loved

was a picture on my phone

 

Walking through the desert you drool

Loneliness and Love start with the same letter

I am walking toward a mirage 

Beause I don't know any better   la la la la

 

Nick's mom is always interested in the

things that I am allegedly doing with my life

even if the list is short and my smile is tense

 I don't understand what she

sees in me

Nick flew across the ocean cold

When he was only twelve years old

To  interview the earthquake victims in Gujarat        

Noone ever gets near the level he’s at

 

Someday I will open my eyes

Wake up from my coma in my glass coffin

see that everyone and everything I ever loved

is a picture on my phone

Walking through the desert you drool

loneliness and love start with the same letter

I am walking toward a mirage

because I don’t know any better

la la la la la la la la

 

I'm somebody she wants to see

Somebody she wants to help

if only she really could

 

And Oh.....

every time she looks for me 

I wish that I could find myself

if only for her own good

 

Someday I will open my eyes

wake up from my coma in my glass coffin

See that everyone and everything I ever loved

is a picture on my phone

Walking through the desert you drool

Loneliness and love start with the same letter

I am walking toward a mirage

because I don’t know any better

la la la la la

I wish Nick loved me like his mom does

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 Wednesday Guy is a nervous clown with a nerdy soul

Glasses thick as a window pane and his hands are cold

He knows a lot of big words, but he

doesn’t know any sentences

he couldn’t love me if he studied me, oh no

Wednesday Guy makes me feel like I’m in New York again

takes me back to my younger days before boys were men

He’s got a smile that cuts through his face, like a gash

in his misery, it’s a smile he gives to everyone

not just me

I see him on Wednesday Night, when the week is at its height

right at the center, but not quite all there

a world behind his eyes through a tiny crack that lies between the other days

I fall through right away

Wednesday Guy says he’s not a guy but a hologram

a projection from all the pretty dreams of an ugly man

he says the day that his father died was like the day

that his life began, he’ll never love me like he hates that man

oh no

He likes to starve himself until he’s frail and skinny as a marionette

as thin as real men get

plenty of girls would like to bring him back to life but when he slouches in

he’s got no strings on him

Wednesday Guy is awake all night like the city is

decorating his walls with all his prescription slips

I am a twig that he stumbled on with his clumsy little

pigeon toe, he’ll never love me like he loves himself, oh no