Should I stand transparent and on covered
In your style
And bury my confusion deep
In tour smile

Who am I hiding from when when I don't even move
So many words with which to sculpt
And I choose to use these few
It's nothing new x3

Another maybe yearning for a long
And silent rest
Or is it wasted conversation

Well I'm a nervous fucking mess
And I want to talk to you
Can't believe when I meet someone
This is always what I do

Am I too shy
Am I a loon
Am I normal and the rest of you are screwed
It's nothing new

written by
Dennis Williamson / Steven Gullett
copyright 1992