A Wishful Puppeteer

Lyrics

I haven't seen you since that Brooklyn night I guess it's been about a year by now Cold and rainy, in a poet's words Dark and crimson in a drunken way I was frozen in a windowpane Kind of like I was on a movie screen Your hair was darker than I remembered it I was as awkward as I could have been So much has changed, it seems nothing ever changes I found a way to wear a thousand different faces Time creeps into my dreams Breathe deep, fill your lungs with me Headaches, stalemates Chest pains, I'm trembling Ink stains, text to burn Am I leaving, am I leaving? I found your face in my dreams the last two nights What are you doing here? What am I singing for? A window sitter, grown into the crutch The crutch has always been right there for him I'm sorry, I'm pushing her away I'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway So much has changed, it seems nothing ever changes