Animal

Tension's up like fists in a fight.

You should've called me.

It would've meant something.

This is my mind on your recorder,

this is my soul that you're hearing.

I used to have my own songs.

If I don't mind, then this problem remains my own.

Thinking out loud just makes you turn away.

Your silence is cruching.

All I want. Animal.

Damn, you knew you were wrong.

With all the things you know, with that little grace you show.

Just "send a list of instructions to the factory

and upon its return we'll embrace it...

only if it's gold, only if it's gold"

It's sickening in stereo.

Your silence is crushing.

All I need. Animal