Spoon in my hand to scrape my milk away

Forward pressing

For the reason I am dressing

And the answers for the times I stopped to pray



Searching for an ear to ease my mind

And eyes that see enough to lead the blind

Amd I pretending?

These words we share in mending

Since when did listening become a crime?



Ooh

Why, when I need some

It seems it never comes

It will be my self that I lose

If it's still myself that I choose



Justifying time i've spent alone

To turn this empty house into a home

Now undressing

The reason I was pressing

Was to find another piece to help me grow



One more smile

One more day

I've silently grown wiser for this time

One more smile

One more day

One more time

You and me!

We will see

You and me