Thinking of reverting back to pacifiers
Just like at birth
A nicotine thumb or foot in the mouth when I say too much
I won't have to work it out

When I'm watching you exhausting me
With patience and trust in the law meant to be
You drown yourself in a third dimension colour scene
When it's quiet I'll tell you
I don't mind I'm not there with you

I keep dreaming of children with open arms
I'm being born or waking up
From one giant, self-indulgent, mother-fucking fall
I worked it out

When I was watching you exhausting me
With patience and trust in the law meant to be
I invent just another third dimension catastrophe
And I'm tired I tell you
I don't want to be here with you

And there was another you and me
I began to wrestle for who took the wrong direction
I know you were meant for me
I even offered to take the wrong...
You take the wrong direction for you and me
I took the wrong direction I know
I know
It is returned to me